Why is it
That when you
Feel the heavy
Heartache songs feel
Like hammers pounding
Anvils yet when
You find someone
New it’s the
Pure sound of
A tap on
A crystal glass
These are the
Sounds of love
Why is it
That when you
Feel the heavy
Heartache songs feel
Like hammers pounding
Anvils yet when
You find someone
New it’s the
Pure sound of
A tap on
A crystal glass
These are the
Sounds of love
Once again like
Being tickled by
A funny anecdote
Your messages made
Me giggle like
Buttery chins seen
By early summer
Dandelions and paratroopers
Spinning after being
Blown from spent
Past cat tails
Your words returned
The glee of
My childhood memories
And we met
And made dreams
Buildings and moats
With shovels and
Pails like small
Handed children digging
Into beach sand
Long before growing
Up and sitting
Across from me
As you are
Hands now trace
The love lines
Of each other
And like a
Child on his
First merry-go-round I
Ride the horsey’s
Spying the Golden
Ring life is
To be lived
And to live
Is to love
Ride your ride
Or climb your
Mountain for in
There you will
Find your happiness
Why when men
Admit they like
Men we’re reminded
About Adam and
Eve as though
We don’t know
Love is love
It knows no
Sex or color
It is unblemished
And crystally pure
The greater choice
Isn’t about whom
It is about
That you do
Let us love
Who we wish