For the Lights in the Forest

Acrylic on paper, Spring 2021

May I write a love song for you?
After Shakespeare, Sinatra, and Tagore,
Even if I can’t fathom sounds anew,
Would you still blush at this mantra and lore?

We were perfect when we met,
Though I thought myself short.
There’s nowhere you need to get,
I take you as you are, no more.