To love in a way dear where nothing
Is taken away. This aim no other
Would I wish for us. We who are known.
We, who are no strangers to this dust-filled
Road. This path we walk alone but yourself
Your appearance in mine eye: Real and True.
Presents an uncanny curiosity.
What is it like? A being – being Love
With, by, for you. Confidence restored.
I seek to know and to exclaim: There was
And is a man worthy of loving but
I’ll be damned if I would squawk his name.
Love seldom reveals because we know not
How or why. We have been blessed by feeling
Togetherness in this inconstant space.
-D.C. Copeland