LOVE

Loneliness had its pleasures,
An old strange book,a bird's bright wing
A task complete - such simple treasures,
Now to our common hoard I bring.

The scent of rain, the leaves soft falling
In Autumn nights;plain country fare;
A child's swift question, or its calling
To some discovery to share.

My loves were such as need not fret you
Each incomplete, a jigsaw part:
These things I loved before I met you
Are yours now: given with my heart.