Love lays on pain

Like a mattress on a box-spring

And while

It makes it easier

To get in and out of bed

The shock of it all

Is less and less and less

And it is fancier after all

Though little legs run that lane

From eight or nine

Like a puppy

Or ninety-nine as birds

Til last breath

Which since the first

Has been the only promise

A higher foundation

That pain

Easier to sit and stand

It has a way

Will make you say

It wasn’t the worst thing ever