I Love You More

I only love you more in the odd years
the years the snow comes early and the seasons sing
the years that melt in spring's first rain
the sweltering years with languid summers
and purple afternoons in lingering autumn haze

Or is it that I only love you more in the even years
wrapped around a memory like a candy-wrapper dream
hiding in the textures of a life lived two-in-one
swinging down a dusty country lane
barefoot in the early morning sunshine of my mind

I want to be with you in the years I love you more
only in those years and never in the times between  
to hold your hand and look into the eyes that love just me 
to kiss the lips that want me and only me  
but only in the years I love you more

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