Primrose Hill

And my hands clenched the big earth,

The sod too full of water, the grass so fresh,

I cried to the first man who passed by,

"I have traveled so far! I have loved so much!

My dear, my heart is yours, yours, yours,

I merely carry it while I live.

To dust we so return,

And if God made us for such a feat,

I will shake his hand and slap his face!

I will love you regardless!"

I was made for me, and I give this to you. Love is what you cannot help but give, as if the whole world was made to push you to do it. As if everything was in place, waiting for you to get here.