Raoul and Jane, circa 2018
And Now, Love
By Jane Tawel
March 30, 2020
And now, Love, we wind down,
As Memory’s lane leads on,
of shared passion and old fuss.
There is no longer need;
But mere desire, hotter than mere lust.
Once, Love, we shall again
Be true to greater selves than them;
And we will paint woods green, and dance,
Finding sun and making rain,
Imagination spooning romance.
Ah, Love, Tomorrow never comes
Divorced as it must be from Life.
Your face, your hands, your touch,
All elemental to my Why;
To our wed meaning, you are much to much.
And Now, Love, we re-learn, re-grow.
We find our way, anew.
And Now, Love, we may finally know,
That you are all to me, and I, to you.