The Things I’ve Done 4 Love
Is there any way to count them?
I made vows before a tree
Now they blow in the wind,
I treat them like leaves, we must respect nature and leave it be
I’ve learned a new language, now I express my love in threes
The language of God
The language of her
The language of me
I’ve given my body, my life contorts to she
If my soul was needed there would be no second guessing, she already had it, it was on loan to me
I have divided the salt from the water, drop by drop
All things I do for her is perfect
Like Moses I’ve divided the sea
To give her nourishment
I became the Eucharist and gave her me
I have been so many persons within myself, I’ve become a loving inventory
Endless Keiths arise to suffice my lover’s hunger and thirst of me
Many have surfaced to see and witness love’s story
Many more are yet to be born, time is ignorant of all the future Keiths
Each of them will marry the queen and reign on the throne
All this talk of love, seems boastfully full of flowery vanity
Love keeps no records of weeds nor of seeds
That’s in the Lover’s Law Book which, daily, all should read
But how can I count the ways I’ve loved
I reflect only through poetry
The rivers of love flow back and forth and perennially return to my sea
So I speak, no I testify
Not even my love, a chip of the Lord’s could have persuaded her to love me similarly
Before we married we made a bet, thou shan’t outlove thee
And if she had cancer, and I could heal her by never having her eyes see me again
I’ll disappear forever and concretize my victory, my death has won and set her free
“One of the miracles of love is the power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.”
