Shy love, I think of you As the morning air brushes the window - TopicsExpress

Shy love, I think of you As the morning air brushes the window pane, And how much time of all it takes to know The movement of your arm, the steps you take, The curves along your head, your ears, your hair. For all of this, each hand, each finger, Each lip, each breath, each sigh, Each word and sound of voice or tongue, I would require an age to contemplate. But for your heart your mind your thoughts, all these, To love them all I need at least five centuries. Sometimes I think Our heads might be enclosed Closer together upon the pillows space, And how into the dark deeps of your eyes Id look and think of angels. Then your breath And all the aura of your bodys breathing Intoxicatedly would overwhelm me And I would die. For it is too much That such a thing should be and I should live. Surely the thought is greater than reality, The sum of you and love outsteps infinity. If happiness were like The flowers of June then I would take The best of them, roses and columbine, The lilies, and bind them in your hair. They are not more beautiful but they add Meaning to my love. For all our words Are short and lame of breath and stumble, And you surpass them though I know not why. Shy love I think of you as the day wanes And as the sun sinks deep into the ocean And as the stars turn round above in silent motion.