Every Piece Of The Whole

One morning in the deep of winter 
I awaken with the dawn 
I look upon my window pane 
dainty etchings, there are drawn. 

Designs so intricate and fine 
sparkle in the sun's bright glow 
like a myriad of diamonds 
decorating my window. 

I gaze at these engravings 
thinking at my chance and luck 
for such splendour on this morning 
makes me utterly awestruck. 

My eyes dart over every inch, 
beauty everywhere they fall. 
What part of nature’s work of art 
do I love most of all? 

No decision can I make of this, 
no judgment close at hand 
for when I think my mind’s made up 
I see another just as grand. 

Then the revelation comes to me 
I should have thought of it before 
there’s not one small piece on it’s own 
that I can say that I love more 

Each fragment joins to make a whole 
not one more splendid than another 
just like the kind of love 
that we share with each other 

when you ask me what I love 
more than anything, it’s true 
there simply is no answer 
for I love every part of you! 

            november 2001