A Poet’s Qualm

There isn’t much I can do

To avoid coming to

The unshakable truth;

That I love you.

My feet can’t run fast enough to escape the presence of your being in my mind.

I can’t cover up the evidence that proves you’re divine.

No being could separate your heart from mine.

I couldn’t take another road;

Couldn’t find another way.

Wouldn’t even ever want to

Hear another person say—

You’re mine, and I so adore you for that!

No one looks better in my backwards ball cap.

Ten million dollars, private jets, a showroom full of luxury vets.

I wouldn’t dream of changing any part of you for any of that.

I can’t erase you from my memory,

I’d know nothing at all.

You’ve been broken and bruised,

But you always stand tall.

If I ran you’d catch me.

If I hid you’d find me.

If I laid down to die

You’d lay right there beside me.

See? I have it all.

And what could I do

To escape the unshakable, unbreakable inevitable truth,

That everything I have, do, and ever will love—

Is all part of you.