i plug on my earphones
or turn up the radio
i hear someone hum
or put on a record
and every time i ponder
how you’ve managed to get into the hearts
of all these people singing about
honeyed naivety and feelings the color of wine
because i can't conceive the thought
of writing a love song without you in mind
who else is there to fall for?
how can there be love
that doesn't involve you?
you own tenderness
and inherited devotion
and i'm reminded of it
every time i plug on my earphones
or a car radio
hear someone's hum
or your favorite record