Don't talk to me of love, which you do feel

For the real truth of love lies in how you deal

With these emotions as you progress with it all

Sorting through your feelings and growing tall



In the saddle, as you pick your way thru woods

Thus dealing with the "coulds" and the "shoulds"

Once you piece it all together and realize ends

You can look back in your heart and make amends



And then turn to me and look for another chance

To be one with THIS heart - which has been lanced

With your spear, and is now oozing with your blood

Which you gave to me amidst so very great a flood 



Which I absorbed under my skin as I sucked it in

And the juices which you gave me became so thin

As I breathed them into my heart and my soul

And savored them willingly as I gave you my all ...



- Tristram