LIFE IS FAIR
My love for you is undemanding, simple
And you are hidden, in me, as desire.
And when you smile, your deeply etched dimple,
Starts, in me, a leaping, flaming fire.
Your love is simple undemanding too,
Like the liquid murmur of the river,
On which you ply the lover’s sleek canoe,
And like the river, is abundant giver.
Enough is what we give and what we get.
Of, what we give and get, we are fond.
No hopeless hopes, we cherish or abet,
No reaching for impossible beyond.
And as you comb and braid your lovely hair,
I look at you and feel that life is fair.
