Your hearts light
has not diminished an inch
that which made me fall in love with
has only grown in quantity and quality
your beauty has not shrivelled, only blossomed like summers bloom
and for all this
I know you’ve made a fool out of me
and that I have lost a prize who’s value is immeasurable
to someone more genius
and greater then I
-
and I would give all the spices in Persia 
and tea in china
to have just one more moment
in your loving arms