Whether you have someone special to share the holiday with, or if you're like me and will be kickin' it with old friends and stuffing yourself with pizza and sappy chick-flicks, I think this poem is a nice reminder that love means different things for all of us, comes at different times, and different forms. My favorite line is the end, when "one times one" can be interpreted in so many ways for each of us.
I hope you all can take a moment out of your fun-filled holiday and see how my Valentine's Day gift to you fits into your own idea of love. Enjoy!
Best,
Gent
"if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
the stupidest teacher will almost guess
(with a run
skip
around we go yes)
there's nothing as something as one
one hasn't a why or because or although
(and buds know better
than books
don't grow)
one's anything old being everything new
(with a what
which
around we come who)
one's everyanything so
so world is a leaf so a tree is a bough
(and birds sing sweeter
than books
tell how)
so here is away and so your is a my
(with a down
up
around again fly)
forever was never till now
now i love you and you love me
(and books are shuter
than books
can be)
and deep in the high that does nothing but fall
(with a shout
each
around we go all)
there's somebody calling who's we
we're anything brighter than even the sun
(we're everything greater
than books
might mean)
we're everyanything more than believe
(with a spin
leap
alive we're alive)
we're wonderful one times one"
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