• What is but my love for you,
    So dear
    And so sweet?

    It is but a pallet of vibrant
    Hues—of daffodils swaying
    Gently
    Under the setting sun’s
    Star-specked pastels.

    It is but the scent
    Of soft linen fabric
    Freshly tossed
    In the laundry tumbler
    And of sweet
    Picked honeysuckle.

    It is but the aching
    Of my heart
    When we part,
    When soft goodbyes
    Are exchanged by
    Reluctant, longing lips.

    It is but my heart soaring,
    Our faces glowing,
    Whenst we should meet again.