(Written August 22, 2011 at 4:10 pm.)
i don't know if i'm in love with you,
i don't know if i ever was,
but i do know that i love you with all my heart,
and it gives me considerable pause
to ponder the lines between love and love,
to weigh my heart against yours,
and to hear your silences slowly drown
the simplicity of love's cause.
i may be, in a grieving way,
grasping at shredded straws;
i may be, in the shadow of loss,
rewriting love's laws.
but as surely as at winter's end
snow melts and frost thaws,
i love you with all my heart
and the rest is just because.