After Reading Cyrano

Let me speak of great love: "Love!" no consonant can procure-- No vowel can lyrically form Into lips and eyes so fair, Dare I use the word divine When proclaiming mine? Yes! My love is all of these-- And adjectives numerous more Than leaves, And flakes it takes to white The vast countryside, And stars one counts when ribbons Of stars unfold and The dazzle of the heart cries Out: "No other will do, no beat Of life will pursue unless There is you!" I breathe a whisper love Then shout, My love exploding out-- Comes forth, such amorous rage-- Beyond poems, A heart poured out Running off page: Not as buds--slowly, eloquently define, Or as grapes aromatically refine, But as stormy sea Rushes to shore My love thrust is this And more… No--my love has no face-- For this is not her grace-- A body such as she Yet have I to find For all are in my mind-- For all reveal some special way What alone a throbbing heart Can say-- What alone heaven Has yet to share, What alone Mortal hearts have yet to bare-- For such love as this If for others I would deem One must never have But always dream….