When it all dries up

Chips and falls away

There is a love

An unselfish love

What’s that?

An unselfish love

That doesn’t chirp “I can’t”

As a self-limited prophetess

Or “Woe is me”

As a blind beggar

who blames you for his darkess

Who can’t remember

That he poked out his own eyes

With his own hands

Over time

Tardily and sloppily

With a million broken promises

But yes

Take away that blue

And that pink

That pitiful pair

Who only ever loved being loved

Without a shred of true humility

Or sincere care for humans

And then you will see

As we are now seeing

While jumping in rain puddles

That there is a love