“How do you love me?” you ask.

My dear were you not listening

Was your mind away that night,

When crickets were chirping, when the moon was glistening?

I’ve told you then and I’m telling you now

You are my first and last thought;

The vessel I pour my love into

The loveliest among the catch I have caught

“But wait,” you say

You do not want to be merely a thought

You desire not poured love, but showered, sacrificial, enduring love

You wish not to be among, but the only one I’ve caught

Alas! I know now, it was not you whose mind was away that night

But ‘tis I who do not know how to love