What came my way, windily dying, A pleasant face swayed over giving knees Obedient hands adamant to please A mouth singing arias in crimson ohs Eyes that shined crying robin's-egg blue, I laved with love without trying. What came my way, dying of stardust, A squinting face mad for abstractions Bent intent to beakers of boiling equations Hurried hands exact as smacking rulers Lips that kissed over grimacing molars, I loved with true love as a lover must. What came my way, dying of windfall, The veins of her face as heavy as rope, Pained, drained of all but a cadaver's hope Piecemeal to assemble the true resurrection To wake to eternity in a diamond mansion, I gave rivers of prayers and love's waterfall. What came my way once so windily I loved once, and once loved sinfully; What came my way once so dustily I loved once, and once loved lustfully; What came my way once only, dying, dying-- I loved, and love still. I love without trying.