A love poem- by John Lightbody

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?
Mu father's and all the grandfathers since time began which have led to me,which 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 ( found) love.
John Lightbody.