A Love Poem -by John Lightbody- for Helen Collins- Marie Curie autumn 2014.

A Love Poem

I know not how to write or what to say
if I lay aside all the metaphors used by
all the lovers-why do I not pick up the
roses,red,gathered in bouquets by centuries of lovers?
my father's and all the grandfathers since time began
which have led to me,which have led to you.And that is the first miracle.
that we are here at all,that we share the same time and space-and
that we loved