I thought love would be marriage
A horse-drawn carriage
Daily low-fat, plain porridge
I was wrong
I believed love would be an unageing spouse
Rolling hills, a rose-garden, a Cotswolds house
A well-lit living room with a huge oil painting of a grouse
I was wrong
This is heaven
This is bliss
I have never known
A love like this
They said love would be lazy Sundays and Pimm’s and all afternoon barbecues
Gently discontinuing the blue
Always genuineness, never hullabaloo
I was wrong
And they said love would be walks along the beach
The most beautiful lesson that life can teach
Happiness, never out of reach
I was wrong
This is a miracle
This is a tryst
I will never again know
A love like this
All alone, I began to write
And I stayed up all night
As a vast sky-breath touched me with all its might
It was Song
Text after text, poem after poem, word after word
Every act of creation uncaged the bird
Which ended up in my hand, as a sword
It was long
My friends were worried I had gone mad
So they ditched me, what are you, a monk? How sad
Maybe they were right, but just a tad
They were never the best thing I’ve ever had
See, something in my heart
Deeply insisted on art
This was to be mine own grounded start
I was right
Tell me, my glow
If these seeds you sow
Do not now grow
Into forests
Admit to me the truth
That you avoided me your whole youth
That you were being deliberately obtuse
And eccentric
Rise up into my Soul
And I will make you whole
Climb up into my arms
And together life, let’s disarm
I thought love was dead
Or that love was just words you haphazardly said
It was all in my head
I was wrong
This is beautiful
This is God’s kiss
I am now recreated
A brand new Chris