How Do I Love Me

Galaxy, heart erase, gaze tender, cold How do I love thee -- I cannot count the ways, for there are none. Not because the sun doesn't grace thy face with its brilliance, leaving the rays reflected back in a trance and even the shadows dancing as they trace thy golden reflection, guiding thoughts through galaxies tenderly gloved within thy gallant gaze no imagination can erase. Nor because the wind breathes traces of divine intelligence as thy tender breath reaches my wearied face. No Not because there is nothing to love, but because love had left my ice-cold presence long before we met, and my heart was left alone with no shadows of my own to dance as they traced reflections of light, for there was no light to trace.