If I could call out but one name for all time,

I would make sure it was yours

for the sound of it beats the others in stature and rhyme

as it sings, floats through the breeze, moaning as it soars.

I would call out your name in pleasure and in pain,

I would call it for all it is worth

for it is the only word that both drives me on and drives others insane

it is the sweetest most beautiful name of all in creation and Earth.

Yet no name should ever be over used and thus

it falls to me to preserve such fragile beauty

and find a way to call you something new,

something that lays I pray between us

and can withstand green eyed scrutiny;

a name I alone use as I whisper softly in bed to you.

Ian D. Hall 2015.