I ask myself, alone: How can I describe love now?
The span of seas linking lands of mammoth mountains to sleek sands.
Can I compare it to the sun, the route so many tend to go?
The sun’s soul eternal, yet retiring at its set, bewilders me, though.
So close to the surface, I cannot kiss its face.  
Its descent allows moonlight’s murky conquest –
For which I have no comment on or trace.  

I do know that it is something to be held,
I can describe love, I have held her close.
I have held it as the green grass grows
Greener with each rainy embrace.  
I have held it as summer’s sun sinks deep,
I have held the pillow resting on my wife’s sleep space.
A smiling sun frowns through nighttime’s lengthy leap,
But this I hold through world’s timely maze.