If I brought you the moon as a token
Bit by bit, as tiny trinkets of love
You’d tape it up – because it was broken
And fasten it high for stars up above.
If I could conjure the poets of old
To sprinkle sweet sonnets into your eyes
You would chide Shakespeare for being too bold
And sweep his strange nectar into the skies
So when you walk early evening’s ground,
The dogs at your heels, pale light on the land,
I’ll cross the wide pasture, soundless and sound
To capture your smile when I take your hand.
To me, muses joined two souls such as we
For you, love’s a promise – simplicity.