The true time of year

Maggie sleeping in her swing this week

i love you much(most beautiful darling)

more than anyone on earth and i

like you better than everything in the sky

– sunlight and singing welcome your coming

although winter may be everywhere

with such a silence and such a darkness

no one can begin to guess

(except my life)the true time of year –

and if what calls itself a world should have

the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such

sunlight as will leap higher than high

through gayer than gayest someone’s heart at your each

nearness)everyone certainly would(my

most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love

— ee cummings