I Know You Know

My heart is fit to bursting,

Yet, apologies are due,

Explanations, possibly,

To the likes of you and you

And, maybe, when I’m finished with the joy

Of loving she

And bringing home my

Fruit and fulsome

I’ll bow on my knee

And tell you of a story,

Quite simplistic

Though it’s true.

You’ll reconise

The love,

I know.

You’ll see it.

I see

And I know you.