Calendars May Mark the Tides of Love Calendars may mark the tides of love; However, please recall that love's the sea. Rest easy, then, in Christmas' sweet madness, Illumined by the pregnant star of gladness, Serene within the depths of you and me. There is no pain no happiness can move, Making room for cherished company, Antidote for life's incumbent sadness So long as will and wisdom puissant prove.   Childhood Sweethearts Share an Innocence Childhood sweethearts share an innocence That, if they marry, lasts them all their lives, An early sacrifice that makes no sense, Save that something beautiful survives. There is the sense that angels would do this, A rightness like a rock before the sea, A hunger for a symbiotic kiss, For love as pure as it was meant to be. And so it is for those who make that choice, Who dare to love so faithfully and long That each becomes to each a second voice, Transforming merest moments into song. How beautiful first love! Yet better still, A love for life sustained by wish and will   Close Your Eyes and Wish for the One Thing Close your eyes and wish for the one thing You cannot do without, and when you do, Near your heart you'll find it, always there, Treasure that is dear but not so rare, Held in the mesh that all your dreams flow through. In truth, no gift more happiness can bring, And so this day I give my love to you.