Frankle's Ankle

I had some romantic images including a bit of of lovely sky - gorgeously red tinged it was. But AJ and I had greater love than all that; we went to visit Frank and see how his ankle was after his op. Uncle Frankle's Wankle. And he offered us some splendid whiskies, accompanied by excellent music. A fine evening. And all the while the famous Hearts were heading towards a stunning away win - quarter finals here we come!
So back to the main event - for today only, a little bit of Edwin Muir:

Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face,
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call you? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that's honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simple with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea.
Not beautiful or rare in every part.
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.