(The simple songs are the hardest to write to.  Day 312…)

And if you need me, baby, I’ll come running.  Only to you…

A simple act of service
My life written in one sentence
With my heartbeat as gavel
Yet none of this feels like prison
I’m sick of love being a crime
I tire of fidelity being treated as breaking law
Like manmade law isn’t usurped by love.

I love you
Is an admission I happily make in front of a jury of my peers
No deliberation needed