my darling

Poem: Love is

love is the every only god
who spoke this earth so glad and big
even a thing all small and sad
man, may his mighty briefness dig
for love beginning means return
seas who could sing so deep and strong
one querying wave will whitely yearn
from each last shore and home come young
so truly perfectly the skies
by merciful love whispered were,
completes its brightness with your eyes
any illimitable star

e.e. cummings
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Very welcome! It's fun going back through my saved poems and seeing what's caught my eye over the years.