Thank You

In the past, I had thought of love
In such narrow parameters:
A toehold in a cliff wall;
A campfire in Antarctica;
An ice cube in the Gobi;
A bathtub during a tornado.

Enough to get someone by
But not enough to make them happy.
Just enough for the time being.
Never an abundance of love.
Never an abundance of love.

And love was something ethereal
Nothing solid in those old dreams
As though trouble, blowing through a life
(Which it does, for all of us)
Would expose love's unreality.
Then I met you.

Love ceased to be what I believed it was
Love expanded and illuminated
like dawn
And in that encircling brightness
I found love, so much more than I had imagined:

The toehold in the cliff wall;
The campfire in Antarctica;
An ice cube in the Gobi;
A bathtub during a tornado.

Enough to get us by
Enough to keep us happy
Just enough for all time
Ever an abundance of love.
Ever an abundance of love.

And love is nothing ethereal
But strangely solid, like a dream
And trouble, blowing through our life
(Which it does, for all of us)
Exposes love's reality.