A Valentine's Day sonnet

The roots of our love (A love sonnet to Filomena)

“We’ll meet again and then we must decide upon the hour
When we’ll allow our destinies to intertwine and flower.”
From Sonnet #8

Over the passing years our love has grown:
a mass of tangled roots hides just beneath the soil.
Only an expert gardener would appreciate
this rhizome, how interconnected at every point –
each node drawing nourishment from the soil
surrounding it – every connecting root as essential
as the adjoining nodes. No prior unity defines us –
there is no original order to regulate or codify –
we name this love. Errant roots sometimes rupture,
break or fail, and remake their connections
in multitudinous combinations, always seeking
progression, insuring survival, feeding
this intertwining flowering, a map and tracing
of a secret underground geography.