My Love

by Suzanne Case

You have given me more than any other.
What is that you may ask?

The beauty that comes
from the thrashing of waves
against the morning's
dune
covering the shore
that conceives Heaven's gold

The bluest blue
that could only be a gift from God
for eyes that match
the Indian Sea.

The delicate sorrow
of the wildflowers
growing in meadows
that are given birth
in the mystic's mind.

A warmth
that humbles love
and the rumbling echoes
of her remembrance.

Only your love
could wear such colors
it is because
you have tamed the
peacock.

25-Mar-2000

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