Early before day  break
before the jewels of morning sparkle
our love is there
It visits and travels
like the foreign ships that come and go
the men unload her cargo, and the fishing boats
will go out to sea for their catch
Our love is a trail we follow with vistas
where we write new chapters
Our love is the pretty colors of the orange marigold
and purple of a careless summer garden
Our love is a family of  birds chirping
and in the pleasing sound of footsteps on gravel paths
Our love is heavy and it bends the ends of old oak boughs
it is in the tips of branches reaching as far as they can go
Our love is in the different dreams passing
only a few of which we share
So much of love my heart cannot contain
it is all the beautiful dreams of all the people
and in all the great songs
on this street alone there is at least 15 I do not know
A bird I know flies away,
I want to tell it something
but it flies away before I can
this too is a form our love takes
A tear forms in my eye
whether it is from  cold or love
I cannot tell
I want to go somewhere
I forget where or why
I follow the scent
of the baker baking fresh morning bread
Our love has many forms .