do you remember the bleakness
the shadows and the cold
and the dead hearth covered
in the soot of forgotten fires?
do you remember life before joy
you were unspoken poetry
Grace unknown, Love a mystery
and Beauty a truth hidden by lies?
do you remember that cold night
carbonara, the lake, john mayer
and you held my trembling hand
as new life coursed through me?
do you remember those quiet words
hanging mournfully in the air
for three long days before we wrote
them irrevocably into the Story?
do you remember that embrace
the rhythm of beating hearts
in tandem with the curvature
of our bodies day by day by day?
many waters cannot quench love
neither can the floods drown it:
if a man would give all the substance of his house for love
it would utterly be contemned.*
*Song of Songs 8:7 (KJV)