A poet’s love can love
One they have not loved yet,
One they have not kissed yet.
A poet’s love can love
One who sighs for nothing
On the other side of the planet.
A poet’s love can love
One they have never met,
One who is unlikely.
One they will not forget.
Some build a love,
But only build a tomb.
They send too many flowers
And smother love in its room.
But a poet’s love can love
A tiny bit of gloom,
A strong cup of tea,
Which tastes like that gloom
Unfailingly.
A poet’s love can love
A small, comfortable room,
A small room for eternity—
A love that weeps for doom,
And laughs for sanity.
