Vast the possibilities of fortune,
And one the reckoning of choice and chance.
Love's a garden sown with seeds of passion,
Eden in the sunlight of romance.
Nor ought one see this as a limitation:
The garden is a universe, and fate
Is fertile soil fit for cultivation,
Needing long-term care that cannot wait.
Each universe exists in time and space,
'Mid miracles and troubles, toil and tears.
So are you my universe, my grace,
Dancing through the cosmos of my years.
As one is One, one's all that one can know,
Yet love of one's a garden two can grow.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
