What I Know About Love

I’m young, I recognise, and so I asked the people around me what they knew about love

Some said it was the value of gold

Some compared it to wares unsold

Some said it was the ultimate daydream

Bursting apart right at the seams

It didn’t speak a tongue

But the eyes knew the words

Asking for nothing and everything

Theater of the absurd

I’m young like I said, so I asked inward what I knew about love

And I didn’t know much

But one thing I know for sure 

Is that silk sheets hold no candle to love’s arms

When he wraps me in the warmth of a promise infinite