That I could ever cease to love you dearly;
How possible is this?
As possible as wearing water
Possible as eating air
As stacking Space
As folding Time
Possible as going on happily without you
As possible as outwitting God.
What is being loved by you like;
How does it feel?
Like happy five year olds on Christmas morning
Like redemption for the Damned
Like being found when lost
Like the end of war and famine
Like health come back to the invalid
Like everything accepted and complete.
And what are we together;
The Sum above the parts?
We are the feeling always striven for
We are the impossible balance acheived
We are the hope that no one speaks of
We are the dream no one believes
We are the level holding everything
We are the reason to go on.
So this is how I love you;
How it shall ever be.