Let Me Count The Ways

How do I love... one can count the ways...

Like a Pearl in an Oyster; fathoms deep,

Pure, lustrous, rare; for the bravest to reap,

Like Winter Sunshine, spreading, its rays,

The Core of Coconut, its milky heap,

Satiates the parched & thirsty days.

Like the fragrance of flowers, wafting, to sweep,

Across the Green of the valley deep;

Echoing, the cuckoo's mellifluous song,

Merging with the Rainbow, after an April shower:

It’s a far cry from the Rose Bower!

No intense highs or lows,

It's consistent, sweet, a tad slow;

It's not a meteor to blaze and blow,

It's a river, it meanders and flows,

It's a ripening vine; steadily it grows.

Despite, distance and dreary times, 

It has; like the bamboo, sown ages ago;

After seven years sabbatical; rises and shines;

It refuses to Runaway, it won't ever Go;

Eternal and sublime; is Love, of mine,