True love

Built on foundations to not ever crumble

stood a solid block of true love

but time took a chisel and chipped every day

until the block was reduced to rubble.

The bits landed in places where humans resided

and as would happen they germinated

to grow the most beautiful “I love you, I do”

in the midst of unbridled chaos.

There followed a time of utter confusion

because humans, of course, had no clue

until finally, finally, they all decided

they’d try their best to just feel it.

So they prodded and stroked and caressed

but, lo and behold, it lay there inert

because it never was taken inside

away from the maddening crowd.

It still grows today in the heat of dismay

which just goes to show that love never dies

but, oh, how it cries in the dead of each night

to simply be taken inside.

And once inside it will blossom and bloom

and be forever a thing to be treasured

but leave it outside and the “I love you, I do”
remains as before inert!