Not the avalanche of twilight
Nor the moonbeam mist
Or the rain-wrapped clouds above

But a poetic movement
A mythical magical dream
A first and only

Some high and higher
Some better and best
Some always and never

Your love has no lows
No descents, no plateaus
No warnings, no dangers

That should be said another way
(Or in endless ways, really)
So let’s try it again

Your love has no phases
No halves, no slivers, no waning
It’s just full, complete, swoony … like when the sky supports the whole of the moon

don’t want the money
of the richest man

the looks
of the handsomest actor

the heart of
the Dalai Lama

nor the connections
of the Pope

only want what I have
since I’m the only one
who has YOU.