There's a spiders web
Of words I've said
Entangled in the calendar of time
A lovers rhyme of feelings
In minutes or moments or moves
I fell in love with you
A game of chess
Just to feel your breath upon me
I'd wish to call anyone
That singular one
The fable of teachings
Says we're reaching for something impossible
To not feel love across lanes
Indeed, sounds insane
We are wide, we are vast
We are fast to feel full at last.
Love is not singular
