The Wonderment of You, My Love

The wonderment of you, my love

Evokes a glimmer in my eye

And in the dead of winter-dread

I hear a love-song drifting by

Where melody of green-leaf tree

Seduces me as dreams implore

While imminence of bitter winds

Threaten bold outside my door

The wonderment of you, my love

While show-men brag and weak men boast

This flesh-blood veil conceals a grail

Cupping the vaunt that matter most

Intangible, its ecstasy

Indelible its hard-fought gain

Alloy of love’s great mystery

We do not flaunt its sacred pain

The wonderment of you, my love

Though blood of pen may seek to spell

Its fantasy in poetry

It cannot its full fortune tell

For how can word shape oceans stirred

Or speak of things too rare for script

Where rushing tides cannot be heard

Beneath the brush of finger-tips

The wonderment of you, my love

In declarations barely breathed

From depths beneath to heights above

Its utterances are bequeathed

In soft-sigh kiss, in whispered bliss

And in the trembling touch of thought

The wonderment of you, my love

Perfects the void of what is not

 

Janet~