Of Love

Once one 
is one 
and 
only one: 
the perfect 
unity...

Of love, of mine for you and yours for me,

Of late I haven’t had too much to say

But I’ve been thinking lately, night and day,

Of how we fell in love; of the unity

Of falling; of the feeling constantly

Of love’s simplicity: once one is one;

Of our conviction to what we’d begun;

And of our hope for continuity.

We found the lesson of a braided cord

And tied the hasta milip to our vows;

We bought the most expensive diamond ring

That we and all our credit could afford,

And with a single mind did we espouse

This long traditioned bond, this poetry.


from Walled Gardens