I am no lazy lover

with sweeping grandeurs

of small talk. Words, you discover

are passing; love endures.

Proffered is no measured length

of the potential soul.

Rather, influence of strength,

corner-stone, cemented whole.

The senses know the form

and smile and eyes

of love, but the lover's norm

is to pierce through this disguise

to spirit which in all things

does love intensify

to ripened being. Each day that sings

our love is more July.

Sand below and stars above

give instancy of me.

Mine is no lazy love;

come taste my love and see.