And more e. e. cummings:
love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well, Jim, here we are hurling love poems at each other. People might be wondering should we get a room. 
god no. But here’s another cummings poem, why not?
anyone lived in a pretty how town
E. E. Cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did
Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.
Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
Here’s the one I wrote to my wife (mushy love alert at the end).
The new science says
that in many trillions of years
the universe will have expanded
to the point that
each electron of every atom of
every molecule of mass
everywhere
will be alone in a
quadrillion cubic
light years of empty space.
I say differently.
In many trillions of years
the universe will have expanded
to the point that
each molecule of every atom of
every molecule of mass
everywhere
will share that quadrillion cubic
light years of space
with our love.
I wish I’d written this one but honesty dictates that I credit one William Shakespeare (sonnet LXXXVI).
Why is my verse so barren of new pride?
So far from variation or quick change?
Why, with the time, do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did proceed?
O know sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent;
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
Here’s a Valentine’s Day morning-after haiku:
Why are you leaving?
You said you loved me. But no:
Your beer goggles broke.
Don’t you mean “beer”?
Otherwise, just lovely, Nano. You really captured the essence of haiku, that timeless Moment bound to nature. cough
Carol
Actually, I ought to have written “haiku” (with quotemarks). 