Thus should love start, thus should love start:
A slow chill creeping on the heart,
A wind from nowhere, stirring leaves
And sending whispers through the eaves.
Thus should love grow, thus should love grow:
A river swelling to full flow,
A stream of feelings, flooding wide
And sweeping two souls with the tide.
This should love end, thus should love end:
A broken catch one cannot mend;
A shattered window, staring blank
And empty since the waters sank.
by Jonathan Steffen
Photo by Ian Johnson
Love Poem for February appears in Exposure
