TrueLove (to Bean)

Some love

Is a

Love that

Grows and

Touches others

It’s not

In love

It’s a

Love that

Simply gets

Better at

Every turn

It’s the

Ooo’s and

Aah’s of

Love the

Rippling brook

Of love

The pause

Of love

And the

Delicate aged

Fragrance of

Love true

Love changes

It doesn’t

Roar never

Thunders never

Drifts and

Never falls

It tiptoes

And tickles

And winks

It appears

As a

Mirage until

You find

Yourself in

Its oasis

That is

True love