Valentine Sonnet Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

How do I love you? Must I count the ways?
Must I name the days and the nights of our meetings?
Must I explain to the world all of my feelings?
Must everything be commemorated on this day?
I do love you, I have loved you, in my own way -
A quiet secret brooding love that climbs like a vine
On the trellis of my soul opening when your love shines
And closing again when I realize you cannot stay.
I love you like a fragile stem that must either bend
Or snap below the weight of its heavy petals wet with dew
In patient hope of lightening rays to straighten me again.
I love you like summer's colors - pleased in pleasing
Unknowing, uncaring of the frost that must take its bite
So full of the bliss of Sun's gentle kiss - I lose my reason.