Some say love is complacent
a street lamp flickering
dark gutters, rainswept pavement
an old tree withering

My lover’s light is nascent
turning dark skies dazzling
the grass, a soft green crescent
the drizzle heralding spring

Some say love is self-centred
unhealthy, like a weed
flowers cloyingly scented
desire turned to greed

To my lover I surrendered
humble in word and deed
and like a painting rendered
we picnicked beneath the trees

The kindly light my lover brings
brightens the very soul of things