I'm not in love. I once was, The knock-down feeling, Gasping. Was it on a summer log, Or was that jealousy Of the lapping water at your feet. The snow angel made When you lay down. The burning leaves still tingle. I picked the orchid corsage. Love goes, But never seems to leave. I've compared. You're more fragrant, Warmer, cooler. Still in the world To remind There's only so much time. The date will follow The chiseled hyphen, No other name To read.