Forms of Love

Moving In

I have a heart as large as a mansion
full of rooms you've not yet seen,
so let's load up our cars and vans
with all your broken, hateful stuff,

pull them up to my back door,
and together we'll unload every piece,
no matter how small and lock them away.
And I'll never tell you how to unbolt the doors.

Then for awhile we'll waltz
though empty rooms, throw roses on the floor,
drink cheap wine from expensive glasses
that we set on the window sills.

Then one day when you desire,
I'll make for you a front door key;
then you can bring your most precious things,
and call this place your home.