Ode to Not Comparing

Loving someone, counting the ways
To the breadth and depth is heavy lifting
When flowers are scarce and cheeks
Lose their rosy sheen, passion’s purpose
Comparing my love for anyone to a delicate
Flower feels way over the top, as does looking
To constellations, the moon, or the sun
Climbing a hill, somedays a mountain, a
Desert others, where tired, lost and worn
My adventure will continue knowing that
Around any corner, up one more footfall
There will be that spot where lush and green
We will meet again and stay for some time
And there will be that moment when looking up
Both in equal measure share union
In a star that twinkles, shooting an oasis of
Brilliance giving us magic’s refreshment
Carrying us through for when having to leave
Our hearts are nourished for the next effort
When neither of us will resemble a flower

2 thoughts on “Ode to Not Comparing

  1. Of all your pieces that I have read – I believe, this is my favorite. I think because it speaks to moments and feelings that are rather ethereal – and yet, fairly universal.

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