My love’s a pen that won’t run out of ink.
Your love’s a page that words can never fill.
My love’s a swaying bridge across the brink.
Your love’s a car that always drives uphill.
My love is all the stories that I’ve told you.
Your love is all the secrets you don’t say.
My love’s a hand that reaches out to hold you.
Your love’s a pair of eyes that look away.
My love is like a mountain with no summit.
Your love is like a sea without a shore.
Our love is like an endless hopeless plummet
Down to an empty room without a door
Where Love’s a horse that tramples us forever
And only answers to the name of Never.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells