I Love You

Love has become a splendid thing, I love you Interchanging your soul, our souls in the fog Of morning drizzling like joy upon the grass. I will awake this morning, I know I shall When I am awaken I will sing with you I am singing for you, I know that I am All the poems that like fresh mountain springs Come into my heart trickling soft and slow And pure, and clean, but above all fresh Very fresh the scent of your nakedness, your smile As your eyes open into my eyes looking at you Telling you in every language and tone I love you You will remember our lives forever wrapped In the heart of a morning, and you will sing too Rinsing, washing, cleansing, until our days are pure Of yesterday's hard memories, of dark longings And conditions that predisposed our former misery. Roan is the color of the horse in my heart Galloping madly to meet your gallop in the pass. I love you, I love you, I love you, again and again The heart will say because it cannot speak eternity. Man speak of love then with so much vanity Knowing that evening comes leaving a mound in the yard The place where every grass is scraped away like a bruised knee O darling the dream is tomorrow, memory is tomorrow But love, our love, is for always, for all mornings Filled with singing: Listen to birds breaking out in chorus Listen to bees in perfect rhythm keeping beat With the harmony of trees, and the alto of tides Listen, listen I say to the rivers rushing Up the scale. Morning is like a tree laden with love I sing it to you forever, forever, forever, I love you.