Jubilee – for Lan

would I were a word master
to conjure from the air itself
images of beauty to frame
the very thought of you;
to spin from my wild senses
and my heart the fabric
of our fused endearment –
alas, I am but a poor apprentice
toiling in this smithy
over nouns and modifiers and verbs.
yet through my brain there sing,
over and over again, these lines:
I loved you from the first moment
I saw you. I love you still. I will love
you always, even when the words,
like our dreams, disperse into night.

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2016

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