Love and Logic

Like the sound of your name 

on your mother’s lips 

or the warmth of the sun 

on your sleep-stained cheeks, 

I hope you know

(that you feel it, beloved)

I love you, 

which is to say:

I will believe 

the very best of you, 

even at your very worst. 

They will say 

this is illogical, 

but beloved,  

your existence has always 

been reason enough. 

And what do 

love and logic know 

of one another?