you were love.

i mistook you for a reason
when, unthinkingly, mid-season
one believes in life again

and it was me, i was unsure:
i was all for,
world hedging on against

but i was me, soul stemming from the eyes
and it was i, leaf lifted by the wind,
my oranges alive in the midday sun

i flew to you: i didn’t run 

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so i mistook you for a reason
a poem chanted like a song
when all along

you were love.