Love Is Like Chopping Wood

 

You think you have chopped enough already.
But love is like chopping wood.

You think you have said enough already.
You think this wood will last

forever, a monument to forests,
a testament to steel.

But love is like chopping wood.
The pile is large. The day is warm.

And he is smiling. But love
is like chopping wood.

It burns burns burns
like nothing you have ever seen.