I Have No Idea

Soon, after birth, I had no idea of where I was, or what had been.

In childhood I had no idea of what I could or would become.

In youth I had, no idea of how to keep my love constrained.

I have no idea of more, and more, as seconds tick, as hours pass.

I have no idea save what I think and feel,

Of you, for you, of those I loved: I love.

. . .


From the moment I was born, to my moment now, my only experience that I know and feel without doubt, is love.