My love is not an I, I, I
It’s a you, you, you
An us, us, us.
My love cannot be put to bed
It never closes its eyes
It never sleeps—can’t be laid to rest.
My love cannot ungrow
It’s for all seasons
Blossoms in the sunshine and the moonlight.
My love is an “original goodness”
A remembered dream
That which can resuscitate a heart.