Good Love

Good love is on its way to find you.
It's gonna be on your doorstep;
It's gonna be at the foot of your bed.
It's gonna be laying beside you,
Brushing its fingers through
Your sleeping head.

If there's anything more worthy
Of pursuing
Than good love,
I don't know it. It doesn't exist.

It has no name.

And maybe there's a God,
And maybe there isn't.
That doesn't matter.
Because the manifestation of
Any such thing is and always will
Be present. Love is that division
Between sanity and slavery.
A powerless pull towards
That which is blind bravery.

My feelings wobble;
Never do I change.

Mathematical feeling...
Never cease to cause repeat
In all the world; a flower given,
And a smile for the first time
Are heavenly entreaties towards
Such beautiful things as love.
It's my arrest. It's my lament.
I am intoxicated, I am forever lost.

The heart will draw the bookmark
And put you out of place
But what a beautiful exchange...
I feel the ache of swimming memory
Wandering inside me.