My love is not a rose
ripe with beauty nor thorn
my love is neither rare nor delicate
My love is neither pike nor guppy
struggling headlong against the current
Madly blindly seeking my spawn.
My love is not a hare.
Bounding aimless to the spring
desperate and with abandon.
My love is worse.
My love is conscious and aware.
Leaped from heart and head and sinew
Seeking and found in reciprocal fervor
neither blind nor faithless nor arithmetic.
I am man and you are woman.
Willing, hopeful, and aware.
Lucid and dreaming.
My love is pluralistic
rushing and calm
anxious and serene
Full of hope and fearing failure
That We
That Us
That combination of uncertain Fate
My love is hopeful and wistful
like a ray of sun striking the sea
through clouded and squalid skies
A prayer sent out to the heart
and soul of nature. Thinking
Calculated and cold. Hot,
With the promise of days to come.
Will my cries of love be,
Or, shall they fall crashing,
upon the rocky shores of
serendipity.
My mind reaches out giving,
all its strength and being to one.
A love so strong it might kill me,
lifeless and
wandering aimless through the eternal night.
Love this heart and I will promise
Faith.
Love this mind and I promise
attention.
Love this soul and in a vast and changing universe and i will promise,
All.