Driving home late from work, I couldn’t help but enjoy the couple kissing madly at the intersection of New Hampshire Avenue and M Streets, she standing on a little garden wall to be tall enough. It’s a warm evening and Jupiter and Venus are shining through the clouds.
Here’s a poem for lovers. I’ve always loved the closing lines:
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Picture found here.