I am not much into Valentine’s day. It always seemed too plastic. But I am into love…
What more can be said of love?
What more can be said of love
That has not been said before?
You and I find each other
We curved a few moments about us
Like a blanket
Knowing that all of this would pass
This house, this car, this bank balance
These objects shaped from memories
But love is not mixed from dust
It makes a spark that leaps between here
And the dark matter moves
To make room