One Love

It is You to whom I speak
and you who has sparked my match
who has flung me from the depths of my creative hollow
and given me the power
to remember what my inner voice's needs are
If I might be so bold
as to express how I feel in the safety of these words
I've given out love for reason's much more dull
and I love whatever gives me inspiration
and I can't tell you how
You have gifted me with yourself
and inspired in me so much
and so I love Yyou
and I know what you'll say though
I don't even know you
Some people are afraid of that word
they believe can only be
a very particular and certain kind of feeling
Reserved for one kind of person
But love, my friend, for me
Is an act of warmth and respect
The way I honor what I see in you
Which is the divinity that makes you You
and I elect to love Yyou fully
With no obligations of a story
Love is a gift
I want to share
honor with action
But it doesn't really mean much more that that
Until I learn about the meat, bones and flesh
That makes You you
That's about as far as this love can get
at this juncture
Just a simple recognition
and deep appreciation
that I Am me
and you are You
and we are the We
who are all connected with Love anyway