To Bill

All philosophies and equations

Nearly elude my reason,

But none of these are baffling

Or bring delight of wonder

Like some simple gesture of your hand

that says, in spite of me, you care.

If this day I die

I have no recourse to complaint.

I’ve had your love.

If under stern command

I still could not explain

Why, while I wither

I’m lovely in your eye.

Whatever miracle it is

It extends beyond philosophies

And transcends flowers.

God grant it never end

I love you so.