Love is the every only God who spoke this earth so glad and big, even a thing all small and sad. Man, may his mighty briefness dig, for love beginning means return. Seas who could sing so deep and strong, one queerying wave will whitely yearn from each last shore and home come young. So truly perfectly the skies by merciful love whispered were, completes its brightness with your eyes, any illimitable star. ~ E.E. Cummings (Photo by Zena Holloway)