memories form the constellations
and dance in midnight contemplation.

and i will not make comparisons
for they will not do justice, no,
not with your words softer than
the petals of any rose,
nor with your kiss sweeter
and far more desirable
than all the sugar in this world.

i won't compare this love to the sun,
for the solar star, in its temporary glory,
surrenders its position to night
with the collapse of every day.
our love adds more illumination,
and it is far less fickle.

i won't compare this love to life
for it transcends understanding
and it lasts longer.