The Philosophy of Love

by t.o. crow

(for 'Bella)

How much do you love me, YaYa?

I love you to the moon and back,

to the stars and back, to the sun and back,

to Mars and back, and 25 gazillion, million times

around the world and back! I reply.

My young philosopher thoughtfully mulls it over:

Doesn't some of it get lost along the way?

Yes, some of it gets sucked into a black hole here and there

but, what really matters,

is how much of it comes back to you

in the end.

Oh, she says.

Then sleeps.

Feb. 01, 2008 TOC