MY LOVE

My Love
My love needs no name to pin it down, for it is free.
My love needs not be spoken of -- dressed in fine words.
My love cries tears, only to be allowed to be.
My love is giving, of itself.
My love you can't deny is real.
My love is staying, while you turn away.
My love stands true, and won't be moved.
My love you want to hide, from whom?
My love, my love is you.

Chris Whitley
Berlin 2006
Please let me know what you think.
Chrisnwhitley@yahoo.co.uk