Love is not a name
I give away easily
Though I worship the
Days like a fine wine
There is a sacred thing
Born in me a hundred times
That I recognize doesn’t
Come from me at all
Your name is my name
In your name my name
Identity is interchangeable
Empathy is transferable
Love is software
Swift and sweet energy
One day I will download memory
And I will know who you were
At a picnic of your inner beauty
I’ll say the word to you
One in the other Unnamed.
“Love is software
Swift and sweet energy”
This is so lovely
Thank you Rose.
One of the most interesting (and of course great) poems I’ve read this morning. Thank you for that.
We are one! Love the creative and mystical way you say it!
It’s like you are the living reincarnation of all the world’s best poets.