True Love.

Is it true, love?

There’s someone new, love.

I’ve been thinking about you, love.

I was still thinking it was you, love.

I still want to talk to only you, love.

Is she picking something blue, love?

Does she perform on cue, love?

Does everything still feel new, love?

You never left my view, love.

I’m sitting in the pew, love.

Praying you weren’t through, love.

There’s nothing left to do, love.

I guess it’s true, love.

It’s true love.

–S.