Your contrast to me,
my love,
is like the sun to the
swaying blades of
grass.
One feeds the other,
and the daylight
can stimulate
growth, and demise.
The chains of Alpha and Omega
are endless, striving
to escape one another.
One that nourishes
eventually destroys,
don’t you think?
You are beautiful in this sun
and the ravages of time
will make me love you more
when you are old and gray.
Your age will be another Alpha
and my Omega, the setting sun,
listlessly casting shadows on this park,
on this day, bending towards the East.