Love is such an easy word
when speaking of sky and earth
When speaking of souls of fire
and minds that flow like rivers
Bodies that fall into one another
like perfect molds of clay
Love is such an easy word
when felt only for a day
But when you want to actually stay
and lay and know my insides out
Break my walls and accept my faults
Is when love begins to stray
For I know nothing is forever
boredom will take hold
Building from the ground is harder
so my walls remain cold
My love for the earth will always come first
before a lonely human
But in truth my desire for you
requires the words
I love you.