Love, you are Here.

Beautiful Love can make it with Dutiful Love, 

if baked in the Sun from above, 

and Love's below is a sweet Dove. 

The years and fears in tears near wrong steers, 

through the fields of dreams nearly far, 

yet distantly clear...

With the Crash; Bam; Boom; Bings 

and Experience's Wise stares,

saying, "Be cool. Be cool. Slow down. Slow down, There."

Oooops and finger tips gripping the cliff of the 

VASTNESS of cares, 

maybe smaller than theirs, 

nonetheless they're my share... 

And the slipping from Grace as she loudly declares!

"Unconditional Love! Unconditional, you hear?"

And I tried and I tried, and I tried again, dear...

Like John Henry I chizzled and struck down on my tracks,

to be Free is hard work, but end was a fact. 

Like Kali's destruction with my head one hand,

I was burned in the fires of Love.

I was struck after poured in a mold.

I was old, and then new, so, 

Behold!

And you are still HERE. 

Here, with Me? 

Yeah, you ARE Here. 

When the shite was in spite hitting fans everywhere, 

and the push was a mountain of wounds from my stairs, 

you helped me clear, and I'm grateful for YOUR Love as you saw fit to share. 

Love, you are Here.

And, I Am HERE too, WITH US.