Sitting here

I see

A door

Going somewhere

Or nowhere

It leads

To something

Or someone

Who’s there

What’s there

It’s an

Entry and

An exit

Like me

It’s a

Portal to

Beyond somewhere

Love is

As love

Does it

Doesn’t have

Qualifiers or

Time or

Race or

Sex what

It does

Have is

Hope abundant

Hope and

There in

That does

Love turn

From bud

To blossom

We admitted

That we

Certainly don’t

Know why

We are

But that

We are

In the

Simplest and

Grand way

Like the

Bird outside

My window

Sings not

Because it

Wants to

But because

It can

Love as

Song birds

And at

Last last

Night the

Frozen pond

Thawed and

Words as

Whispers finally

Trickled past

Throats to

Ears and

We heard

Once again

The melodies

We sang