April’s angels are gracefully
unfolding, I’m trapped in these
Arms of love.

With all bad weather coming
and going, we 2 are left to the beauty
of one single ray. . . 

if that only, for one kissing
moment, the sun shines endlessly
enough to illuminate you face,

Hold me fast; these days are
the beginning of the one thing
of which we can be sure . . . 

one monumentous love.