A poem worthy of our love
is a thing beyond the power of words.
A poem is too small a thing;
our love requires a choir of birds.
Our love should have a hurricane
with rose petals to strew,
or synchronized stars in the skies
that spell out ‘I love you’.
Our love demands a miracle;
the seven seas to split
and even that seems trivial
when our love’s compared to it.
And so I doubt that words could
capture our love’s wondrous ways;
unless angels keep diaries
of heaven’s brightest days.