I am a pie
Laid open by love's knife
Because I've been there often enough to know,
Without even considering,
It's worth the price

To be in love with love -
Yes, love about all!
What could compare
To the passion of love?

Passion intensified
By the desire to give up all else.

I could live without
Security, relatives
Friendship, community,
But not without love

Can I accept you
Without stuffing you into my suitcase
Or accept the things the way they come
Without building expectations
For you to fulfill

Do we dare
Say we care
And leave truth
To search for
what is
you and me

All fears removed
All questions answered
All trust restored
Lessons not forgotten
But buried

We're off again to run the race

I cannot show you me
   All at once
Not the person I want
   You to see
Nor that personage I
   Cannot see
But if you should see my
   Someone else
Tell me another time

The brotherhood of men stands
As the strangest of leagues,
Bound neither by blood
Nor mutual allure.

It's a silent pact,
Forged in shared experience—
A knowing glance,
A beat of hesitation,
A wry smile curling,
Before the chorus rises:
"Yes, dear!"