what kind of love do we know
is this a love of holding on
or a love of letting go?
what kind of love, is this love that we have;
is it a love of doing, or a love of being?
is this a love of imagination, or a love of seeing?
what kind of love is this love that we’ve known?
a love of looking at maps, or the journey going home?
a love of believing, or a love of knowing?
a river dammed up – or water that is flowing?
a love that we’re saving, or a love that we’re showing?