I love you bare and dusty

I love you cold and hungry

I love you poor and weathered

I love you like I love me

 

The skies must be  jealous

I don’t seem to care too much

I love you in every piece you exist

 

Pooh!

When do I say this to your eyes ?

Even the ocean calls my love too salty ?

Too much sweets, diabetes served on a plate ?