lOVE,

There is naught in thee that I would change,
nor thy daily ways, yearn to re-arrange,
for folly t'would be, for I know not best
the complexities, thy caring heart invest,
or, which moulds the smiles lovingly worn,
as in sweetness to the ethereal morn,

and love,

see not in me, what best I should disguise,
imperfections, that may surely close the eye,
and cloud the heart in loves reject,
best see in me, what others may not detect,
wilt thou, with open eye and sober wisdom scan,
see no wondrous ideal, only what I am;

Then love,

a stairway to the highest mountain, we may build,
with love that gives, a love that yields,
with created dreams that lovers satisfy,
the bond of blood and minds that unify,
then walk together in our noonday sun,
that cast no shadows ferom which to run,

Then forever love,

we shall, love's sweet nectar sip,
through the joys of love's relationship
and rejoice, that once the barren sod,
now, an emeralded way that we have trod,
hand in hand through our eternal June,
to share the fragrance of the roses bloom.