Love again

What luxury can make me feel so good

Or lover make me happier than this?

For even though we tramped through lanes of mud

I feel my life  has its desserts of bliss.

No sorrow can destroy my happiness

For joy and woe are woven very fine.

And even if you sometimes are remiss

At least there is one spark of the divine.

The garden  is a symbol of  pure grace

As flowers bare their petals to the sun.

And daises  make the lawn look like white lace

As on your brow, my fingers I do trace.

For, though our lives are finite, we can know

Infinity in tiny plants that grow