Darling, describe your stubbed toe,
Not your success. Your success everyone will know.
Talk to me about your minor pains,
The sad ones no one understands.
Love only loves when it is low.
Your smile and your goodness belong
To the world. Look at all your photos.
The world has written you a song.
Darling, I will listen to your saddest woe,
The smallest mishaps which make your sadness grow.
The festivities are over. You’re famous. Let’s go
Into the mountains where no one is famous.
There is fresh air
Where none care.
Kiss me. Don’t mention your success.
Or my success. No one needs to know.
Love only loves when it is low.
