On some days I love you. I love you
to the depth and breadth and yes, even
height my soul can reach,
which isn’t very far, mind you.
But I still feel a stirring as I pass a man selling
peaches on the highway, and sometimes when
I see your name written in a Holy Bible.
Some days I see flowers and think
of how they might have fallen from a love poem
written years ago about our very souls.
And yet, some days, I love you with the
intensity of a mere fading star, and my love
feels like a fish, when it used to be the ocean.
But I love you,
not only for the affection I feel when hit
with the recollection of your favorite fruit,
but also for the stars that can't be seen when
the earth moves its body to face the sun
and wake the world.
I love you for the morning.
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