love is nothing,
but a chemical reaction,
neurons firing in the brain,
telling you and your animal heart
everything is going to be okay.
love is nothing,
but a river running right
through your problems,
so if you consider it a problem,
you're the problem.
love is nothing,
but a prize the size of the sky,
and you can touch it, feel it,
as tangible and delicate as a tomato,
which was sun-ripened.