I want to carry you

and for you to carry me

the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,

I could hear two people talking quietly

in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,

then one changed the subject,

and, I swear, they began talking about you.

I may not be a perfect soul but I can learn self control.

You're a heartbreaker, dream maker, love taker. Don't you mess around with me.

You electrify my life. Lets conspire to ignite all the souls that would die just to feel alive.

Love is our resistance.