Parallel lines in theory meet
As two souls bound in this life might
O joyous theorem! O blessed text!
This is Love’s equation, nothing less
Which governs this world and the next.
When first I saw You in the garden framed
By marigolds and moonlight
My eyes unwilling to look elsewhere
My heart unbidden chose my fate.
Like diamonds slowly formed
Yet holding light
From the first morning
Love infinitely abounds
And is eternally ‘aborning.
- Irving Karchmar, © 2007