All things turn around love

Count the years
           the months the weeks
the days the hours
           that I have loved you
There are no accidents
           and love leaves
nothing to chance
           Being ever purposeful
it’s seen and heard
           on all sides
and perfected
           in its practice
known not by its words
           but in its deeds
expressed in
           its living breath

So to the dawn chorus
           mellifluous on the ear
a music of this sphere
           among all the spheres
of the universe
           and all things turn
around one thing
           all things bend
to love’s true path
           and the greatest
of all the laws
           of thermodynamics
is that love never dies
           : how could it ?

John Lyons