Vioctorian Valentine

Iíll love you when the bee has lost its buzz,
When wolf and bear have quit their howl and growl,
When lambs donít sport a snow-spun fleece of fuzz
And hoots donít float from barns that house an owl.  
Iíll love you when the spin of earth is stilled,
When moons donít bloom and stars donít stud the skies.
Iíll love you when the flare of sun has chilled  
And sea-breeze sprees have lost their salt-tang highs.
Iíll love you when the dawn-drenched lark canít sing,
When shrikes donít shriek and hawks donít squawk and wheel.  
Iíll love you when the lies you told donít sting. 
Iíll love you when the heart you peeled can heal.
Iíll love you when my veins and tears run dryÖ
And then Iíll love you till the day I die. 

Susan Jarvis Bryant

If you have any thoughts about this poem,  Susan Jarvis Bryant would be pleased to hear them