Our Love Has Slowly Gone Downhill

We love each other still, of course,
But love is windless, changeless, still,
Waiting for the potent word
That comes from angels in the heart.

Oh, say it, Love, and I will, too!
And time will wait for us to dance,
Touched by one another's grace
To give what we so long have sought.

There is a passion undismayed
That lives throughout the long, gray days
Of work and worry, knowing that
The sun still shines upon this earth.