Softly awakened this morning,a gentle mantra, dancing,
drifting, floting, through the mind.
A melody really,
Sweet and lilting.
I’ll…Love…for…you
I’ll…Love…for…you
I’ll…Love…for…you
I’ll…Love…for…You
The tempo, ever so slow
One…two…three…four,
I’ll…Love…four… you,
One…two…three…four,
I’ll…Love…for… you.
The voice acapella,
feminine, sweet, angelic.
The vision, etheric,
soft, lovely, pink, formless
The movement, waltz,
Step…step…step…step
Step…two…three…four
Turn, repeat,
Step…two…three…four
I’ll…Love…for…you
Step…two…three…four
I’ll…Love…for…you
Turn, repeat….
Second verse,
I…will…Love…you
Step…two…three…four
I…will…Love…you…
Turn, repeat.
Am…l…danc…ing
with…an…ang…el?
Step…two…three…four
l…will…Love…you
Paus…
Who are you that
will Love FOR me?
Who is this I
that will Love
me?
“Exactly!” she replied,
“Who IS I.
Ask yourself that
same question.”
Who is I?
I.
