I think love is a very hungry caterpillar.
It takes a lot to feed a hungry caterpillar,
like leaves and everything.
But love takes a lot to be full, too.
There is very little light in here,
but looking at you,
my hungry love grows
and I can see everything.
“She is a sugar cube,”
you’d say to your friends.
Certainly, they don’t know what you mean.
I don’t think I do either.
Your words make my hungry love grow
regardless.
Every crack in the sidewalk reminds me of you.
They make me think of our city adventures
as we’d stumble along a sidewalk,
looking just the same as this one,
laughing jubilantly,
as my hungry love grows.
Everything is in slow motion.
How could time even matter when I’m around you?
All I can do is focus on you and your beauty.
My hungry love grows,
and maybe I’ll be a butterfly one day.
There is a stillness now.
It’s 3 a.m. and I’m wide awake
as you rest peacefully next to me.
I could never fully imagine my life without you.
I finally realize I don’t need to worry about metamorphosis.
Just make my hungry love grow.