Loving You is Hard

Loving you is hard you know.
Like falling into the sky,
Powerless in the face
Of vast beauty.
It is a love that is still,
Glistening and quiet.

Loving you hurts sometimes.
A wound to the muscle.
It gives the heart a leather skin;
Strong, with the scent
Of a brave animal.

Loving you takes patience, I know.
The gradual music of effort.
And loving you is vigorous,
Makes the mind focused
And calloused
Like an artist’s finger.