You are very wrong.
Love
Is not all we need.

We need time.
We need comfort.
Desire.
Intimacy.
Anticipation.

We need understanding
And someone
Who can actually understand.

Upon laying down,
We need an actual person
Who is still interested
In touching our skin.

Inch by inch
After everything.
And love...

is not encompassing.

My affection for you
will rise above
the corruption of heavens
and drought of all the seas.

If I release you tonight,
will I feel better?

Will I see the ship I need
somewhere over there
and catch it
before the ocean
finally takes me in?

And comfort me
why some poets
are not as beautiful
as their poems.