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.