How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways...

"Lightly, quickly, soft"
A bird song
Climb the sky as day
Begins.
I listen - it is gone.
It seemed to stop only because
I listened.


Never, never in anything -
At dawn, in splendid daylight,
Or in the golden sunset -
Have I found
A pleasure that would last
Beyond the nothingness, 
the lost,
before coming
To enjoy it...