BLOGPOST #28
November 15, 2020
If this is not Love
My Love for you is unconditional.
The flowers in my garden are the color of the sun.
The sun shines on a rainy day.
Is light hidden in the darkness still light?
The darkness gives me reasons to avoid work.
If you never call agin will I still know myself?
If I abandon myself to this darkness what good is striking a match?
The oils I slow simmered for hours are now turned hues of green and amber.
This Love growing inside me is like an alien brain.
One molecule saying yes to another.
Your Love for me is unconditional.
I made this soap to wash the dirt from my vegetables.
Today I held a crimson beat in my hand.
She had two stems and was shaped like a heart.
Your heart is gooey, you should be careful, dear.
Someone could get lost down there and never return.
A relationship is like a duplex.
Two houses with one shared address.
Last night I watched you mend the hole in my jacket.
Your eyes moving by the light of a tiny flame.
If this is not Love, I don’t know what to call you.
If this is not Love, I have lost my jacket.If this is not Love
My Love for you is unconditional.
The flowers in my garden are the color of the sun.
The sun shines on a rainy day.
Is light hidden in the darkness still light?
The darkness gives me reasons to avoid work.
If you never call agin will I still know myself?
If I abandon myself to this darkness what good is striking a match?
The oils I slow simmered for hours are now turned hues of green and amber.
This Love growing inside me is like an alien brain.
One molecule saying yes to another.
Your Love for me is unconditional.
I made this soap to wash the dirt from my vegetables.
Today I held a crimson beat in my hand.
She had two stems and was shaped like a heart.
Your heart is gooey, you should be careful, dear.
Someone could get lost down there and never return.
A relationship is like a duplex.
Two houses with one shared address.
Last night I watched you mend the hole in my jacket.
Your eyes moving by the light of a tiny flame.
If this is not Love, I don’t know what to call you.
If this is not Love, I have lost my jacket.
If this is not Love
My Love for you is unconditional.
The flowers in my garden are the color of the sun.
The sun shines on a rainy day.
Is light hidden in the darkness still light?
The darkness gives me reasons to avoid work.
If you never call agin will I still know myself?
If I abandon myself to this darkness what good is striking a match?
The oils I slow simmered for hours are now turned hues of green and amber.
This Love growing inside me is like an alien brain.
One molecule saying yes to another.
Your Love for me is unconditional.
I made this soap to wash the dirt from my vegetables.
Today I held a crimson beat in my hand.
She had two stems and was shaped like a heart.
Your heart is gooey, you should be careful, dear.
Someone could get lost down there and never return.
A relationship is like a duplex.
Two houses with one shared address.
Last night I watched you mend the hole in my jacket.
Your eyes moving by the light of a tiny flame.
If this is not Love, I don’t know what to call you.
If this is not Love, I have lost my jacket.
