I have wooed you
with the turbulent song
of spring-fed waters
surging in irresistible splendour
to leap in glee from mountain's lip,
a cataract of diamonds,
and
with the sleepy chuckle
of the summer pool
silvered in lustrous sheen
on a Sunday afternoon
of silken sunbeams.
I have pursued you
through the raucous neon tumult
of city streets
jostling,
awash,
with a brazen sea of humanity,
and
to the solitude
of the tree-swooned heart
of country roads
and peaceful fields.
I have touched you
with the sudden bright intensity
of bush-fire flame
hot as the centre of the sun
and
with the dulcet glow
of lazy moon's bedazzlement
against the velvet curtain of the night.
I will love you all the ways that love is true.
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