is a lot.
If I love you with all of my heart,
my soul, my mind,
what is left over?
What happens to that piece that I keep inside –
you know, the jagged-edged sliver of mirror glass
stored deep under dark waters –
what happens if I use that to love you?
If I take it out, turn it over,
let the light shatter
its shiny, brittle surface –
what will survive?
Can I love you
with all of my heart,
and soul, and mind,