How do lovers stay afloat
When waves of fear break o’er the boat?
What magic held in store do they
Dip into when they’re led astray?
Does a beacon light of faith
Shine thru the fog to guide their way?
Or do they then consult the stars
Like seamen lost from home so far?
For if I too could love as long
And find perfection in the wrong
And hold on tight while not at all
And risk the hurt of the longest fall
If I could keep my love in tow
And sometimes sail and sometimes row
Then mine would be the kind of love
The poets only dare dream of.