There are loves, as sure as a thing
That, like beauty, explains a flowering tree!
And loves that explode with such splendor as a star
Of which everyone is entitled to---its bravura!
But what is love really, if it's more than just adjectival?
Like a consummated marriage, it's not defined!
Because not one has ever managed to ask I!
Not one could have ever sculpted a man or a woman
Like the hands of God, the Creator of the Universe!
Memories only linger, and time must be forever,
And thou art genuinely is without compare
To Nature's golden leaves; that to bar---
The Unforgiving Rain, dampens each trunk
Just as the rivers, they ripple because it's right!