14 ways to say i love you
A football flies long and it flies high
Through an achy pale blue Northwestern sky,
Through iced-up wind and iced-up rain,
A roaring, fire breathing locomotive train
Steel-soft, well aimed from the start
And it landed smack dab in my waiting heart.
Desire peers through personal cares
Exploding into heart-red tender tears.
White-bright nights and black-dark days
Igniting mountains of wavy sea-waves
Flooding an imagined blood red part
Intent on connecting heart-to-heart.
Each for all and all for each
Arms extend, fingers reach.
Escape the desert and the hole.
Fields of goals to be made whole,
To Life’s stage, the rightful parts:
Our pounding, solaced requited hearts.
Might have been chaos, maybe art.
Nothing no way could keep us apart.
I was ever there way before the start
Of what landed smack dab in my waiting heart.