It’s wonderful

In the twilight of the evening
as I look in to your eyes,
I can see that love is burning
like the shining northern star

As I hold you in my arms
I can feel your trembling heart,
reaching deep inside me
helping me to love again.

It’s wonderful, holding you so close to me,
so beautiful, for all eternity.

My life with you I know that know is born again,
united still through all adversity.

If I’m with you I will be forever young,
though once was weak, I will be for ever strong.
Now I know, now I know where I belong
in an ever lasting lover’s song.

It’s wonderful, so wonderful

It’s wonderful holding you so close to me
so beautiful for all eternity.

It’s wonderful

Manhole Covers

Manhole Covers

The beauty of manhole covers–what of that?
Like medals struck by a great savage khan,
Like Mayan calendar stones, unliftable, indecipherable,
Not like the old electrum, chased and scored,
Mottoed and sculptured to a turn,
But notched and whelked and pocked and smashed
With the great company names
(Gentle Bethlehem, smiling United States).
This rustproof artifact of my street,
Long after roads are melted away will lie
Sidewise in the grave of the iron-old world,
Bitten at the edges,
Strong with its cryptic American,
Its dated beauty.