All philosophies and equations 
Nearly elude my reason, 
But none of these are baffling 
Or bring delight of wonder 
Like some simple gesture of your hand 
that says, in spite of me, you care. 

If this day I die 
I have no recourse to complaint. 
I've had your love. 

If under stern command 
I still could not explain 
Why, while I wither 
I'm lovely in your eye. 

Whatever miracle it is 
It extends beyond philosophies 
And transcends flowers. 
God grant it never end 
I love you so.