Do you see—?

Do you see how much detail there is in a lover?
His moods move like seasons
I watched this rainstorm today
And it’s unlike the earlier ones
It portends a different future
His eyes glisten like flickering rain
And he within himself is multitudes
Quite unlike the headline offered
I could hear this poetry
For a million years and not double it
And!—I could imperialise this sweetness
But, refraining
I inhabit a golden garden whose seeds
Bloom for a thousand thousand years