A love song
If I told you I never liked the way
the sun comes up from the depths of the ocean
at the start of each wakening day
If I told you I thought that briny sea
with its caressing, cradling motion
never whispered a true song to me
If I told you that beautiful, life-giving mother
never stirred me, nor taught my devotion
to waken and turn new eyes to that Other
Then I told you my heart doesn't remember
the precious words you've spoken to me
their rhythm, their cadence, their timbre.
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