I love you from the mountains,
I love you from the sea.
I love you full volume,
and I love you the smell of change.
For yesterday, tomorrow, today
I love you never in that order.
For today, yesterday, tomorrow I love you
Forever beyond always.
But words shrivel and dry.
My 'love' must travel many miles,
Full dust and wind on face.
My 'love' must penetrate your 'over'
A thousand times a day.
But 'love' finds 'over' amusing.
It kind of laughs and shakes its head.
'love' knows 'over' is a product
Of a lexicon long dead.
Passion, promise, and pretense
are so far removed from what was ever meant.
Save my passion,
Withhold my promise,
and **** any and all pretense.
Move in and out and up and down,
But mostly move along.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 12:05 PM UTC
I love you from the mountains,
I love you from the sea.
I love you full volume,
and I love you the smell of change.
For yesterday, tomorrow, today
I love you never in that order.
For today, yesterday, tomorrow I love you
Forever beyond always.
But words shrivel and dry.
My 'love' must travel many miles,
Full dust and wind on face.
My 'love' must penetrate your 'over'
A thousand times a day.
But 'love' finds 'over' amusing.
It kind of laughs and shakes its head.
'love' knows 'over' is a product
Of a lexicon long dead.
Passion, promise, and pretense
are so far removed from what was ever meant.
Save my passion,
Withhold my promise,
and **** any and all pretense.
Move in and out and up and down,
But mostly move along.