Sometimes a man meets a woman
and feels she’s the only one
and tries to tell her until she knows
how he feels

Such a man in such a time’s
not always right

And sometimes even when he’s right,
she doesn’t feel he’s the only one;
so then he’s still wrong

Sometimes a man meets a woman
and feels she’s the only one
and tries to tell her
but says it
chaotic garbled confused,
self-preoccupied

Such men on such occasions
usually end up skipping out
the picture as a skip-stone
thrown at an odd angle
will follow the creek
around its bend

Now I’m getting older in the morning light
And the paces take me further from what
I’d wished to say and how I’d longed
to cinch you tight into me,
where I could see
your feelings in your eyes

Now I say,
Now what
should I do?

A man and woman try to know
each other — try to unfold
what they can’t get at alone
into the other

Two work to know
one another,
themselves,
and what they together are.
Every day they work
to know and love
each other better.

That’s romantic love.

I would do that with you
if that could be right for you.
If that can’t be good for you,
then I’d
follow the creek
around its bend,
skipping out of sight.

Love between two people is a home they build
together from the inside out
A place where their hearts are safe,
where they can be all of what they are

I always meant to find someone I could
build a life with

And since I met you I meant to say
in some nice gentle way
that I would like to know you
always a little better
would like to love you
always a little more
every day
forever