Unashamedly romantic, this one - written the day my now wife first told me she loved me.

Undying Love:

I pondered on undying love -
a foolish thing to ponder on,
since we are not immortal, nor
can know what's left when we are gone.

So pondered on immortal life
and such impossibilities:
We may be made immortal by
our talents and abilities.

And then remarked, in idle chat,
while dreaming of us, hand in glove,
your talents may be manifold -
your greatest is undying love.

Roy