free to love

I’m trying to write you a poem

But nothing I think of is right

I’m headed across the Atlantic
Sometimes I panic when I’m on a flight

And nothing I say is your wisdom

None of my words bear a fruit

No matter is Paris or Lisbon,

Know that my kingdom’s forever yours, too

In times of demise and decay

As well as the ones in between

We’ll prosper, regardless, in May

Whether it snows, or whether it’s green

If I loved you I wouldn’t know why

If I didn’t, I couldn’t be me

But even with time

As feeble as mine

How can one not love and be free?