roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and I love you-ee

Photo by Camilla Akrans

You said, ‘Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body, to have in your fingers?’ (trembling ever so little.) Looking into your eyes, ‘Nothing,’ I said, ‘Except the air of spring smelling of never and forever’… And through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand (which moved as though fingers touch a girl’s breast, lightly.)
‘Do you believe in always?’ the Wind said to the Rain. ‘I am too busy with my flowers to believe,’ the Rain answered.
E.E. Cummings