Multi-faceted or two-faced, love hums in between,exists in the suspension, the act of not resolving:
A thought—or a prayer—that grows with time, swells until it is perfect and round and purple…
Then love rolls gently back and forth between two worlds:
Your love is a pleasant fool and a rapier wit.
Your love is bulldog cute yet so very dashing.
Your love is yesterday, last night, and the rising morning.
Until one day love bursts or deflates or (if you’re lucky) floats softly up into the sky…