I will love you, the way I love you.
Dissolving complaints in an arsenic bath
and composing grand overtures with pixie dust.
My love will keep you warm, in a cool way.
It will make you smile, when you want to cry.
It will touch you and leave no residue of fear.
My love will be your pillow at night
and your strength throughout the day.
Freely you’ll love me, as only you love me;
and delight in being loved deliciously.
Evaporated skepticism lifts,
the landscape rests its head.
Knowledge is so liberating,
As at long last I know…you.