names

Many Named Sweetheart

each pink purse
filled with love
for the world

the infinity
of green
endless variations

so many
shades of green
so few names

called by name
endearment
for beloveds

I did not know
the flower’s name
but she knew mine

a thousand names
for snow and still
it eludes description

You know the divine.
It radiates light and calls you to it.
Sometimes its name is beauty.