I have loved with all of the colors

I have ever known,

I have loved with each of the four

Winds that blow within a man's soul.

I have loved as ancient tombs,

As broken mournful stones

Hold ancient bodies

Silent in their vigil

And ever waiting

To feel the breath

Of departed passion

Singing through cracked teeth.

I have loved as storms

Flooding over mountains

Dark and brooding

And soon exploding

Full of fury rampant rage.

I have loved and been loved

In many, many ways.

Yet for them all, added

And and refracted with

Nostalgic eyes - Alone or

Totaled could make me stray.

I love you in a way which

Makes my hands wrinkle,

My legs weak and beg

In infirmity and age for

The aide of a cane. In

A way which makes my

Soul shrivel, in a way

Which makes me revel

In the thought of growing

Weak and watching your

Neck grow thin, your eyes wreathed

By the feet of fleeting crows,

Your soft hair brittle, gray.

I love you with the fertility

Of the cool damp earth,

The strength of an old

Rock carved with a pair of names.

I love you like a man

Loves a woman

When both are lowered

Side by side, into

Long waiting graves.