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