My love there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy – that is the limitless nature of love.
I’d pluck the scraps of light from between the branches and leaves in the slices of night. I’ll hold the honeyed glow from street lamps in the palm of my hand, catch every shooting star; and use them to fashion you a moon.
I’ll collect each raindrop and remember each tear. I’ll ebb and flow in the surf, dive deep into the depths.  Baby I’ll drift with the river, until you can swim in my ocean.
I’ll sift through the words, taste each syllable, and cradle each name. I’ll burn through the extraneous and melt into verse. I’ll drink from aged text until I become your poem.
I’ll listen attentively to each chirp and buzz, every croak, caw, and splash; and I’ll become impassioned with every tom cats cry.  When the wind blows, I’ll shake with the trees, creak with the hundred year old branches and ring with the chimes. I’ll sing for the sunrise and howl at the moon until I too am your song.
I’ll burn with the orange maples, root in the sodden brown earth, dive into yellow daffodil crowns and float with the clouds across vast seas of blue. I’ll make love to each colour until I can paint you a rainbow.
I’ll inhale the gardenia, run my fingers through soft wisteria bunches and follow the honeysuckle breeze. I’ll cherish each breath until I can give you a perfect sky.
I’ll lie down in the dew covered grasses, dance through the shadows and soak up the light. I’ll treasure the seconds between hours, the moments between thoughts, the breaks between days until I’m back with you.
I’ll peer into other worlds. I’ll break beyond the earthly frame and explore the outskirts of this dream. I’ll rise and fall until we are the treasure of which I speak.  I’ll break open over and over again, until I can be there with you…
