I lack the
words and skill to define our love
Like asking
the waters to contemplate each drop of a wave
Like having
the clouds elucidate about the storm above
Or requiring
the beach to explain how grains of sand are both free and slaves
I can only
confess that it is and exists without doubt or question
That like
the sunrise my soul knows it will be there tomorrow
And once
again our hearts will both reap and sow
That like
the breathing of the deep oceans and wide seas
That it
offers solutions and soothings and solid suggestions
It will not
go away yet return with ebb and tides within me
I am
deficient of the intellect to justify our love
Like asking
the trees to expound on why their leaves sway and dance
Like having
the wind tell where it is going and what it is made of
Or requiring
the seasons to say how they maintain the balance
I can only
divulge that it is and thrives without rhyme or rebuke
That like
spring it is both endless pure and fresh
And that it
is fate not merely serendipity or a fluke
It is
eternal and will echo in the universe long after death
It is spoken
and dreamed and growing with every breath
