The Book of Love

I have a love I do not crave.

I have a love the world can save.

I have a love thats like a rock.

Whole and pure

Wild and free

A spirit of intimacy

That Time cannot erase.

That holds you not in ownership

Yet sings no transitory blues.

Paradoxical, perhaps.

But all that's true

Is so imbued

With contradiction too.

I have a love that's like a dance.

Moving, touching, breathing stance.

Unmoved by stress and circumstance.

Sometimes here, sometimes there.

Sometimes not.

But always one I trust.

I have a love that does not stop
At better than and not good enough.

I have died for you, been born again.

But this I did not count

That birth brings sweet forgetfulness

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