There is a love, if love it is
Which contradicts my thoughts
That trips me up, repeatedly
That love should distort
Or distract our imaginations
To gift pain intertwined with pleasure
Yes; over seas, over mountains
Feelings leap and bound
Taking all, or taking nothing
Yet I will wait, and wait
For such joy is for conquering
Such hope is unforgettable
There is love, if love it is
Which catches us out
Hits us, straight on and sideways
