To count the ways, I dare to comprehend
such finite love defined in written line,
for quantity shall never find an end
to love that lets infinity define.
A Summer’s day, to love shall not compare,
though shines to bathe your beauty in its light,
and as it wanes, waits breathlessly to share
the passion of a sultry Summer’s night.
To laureates and bards of metaphor,
each scribbled phrase, I bid them credit due,
but all their words and phrases heretofore
can ne’er describe this love I have for you.
When words fall short and poetry departs,
love’s silence fills the cockles of our hearts.
Beautiful photo and wonderful words shared my friend.
Mirhan, ever the romantic!
Never change. It is one of the few virtues left in our society.
-Alan