ob-la-di ob-la-da

this is not a lamentation, damn it.
this is a love song.
this is a love song.
like reggae—it all falls on the off beat.
if there is a way, it is here.
they say you cannot say this in a poem.
that you cannot say, love, and mean anything.
that you cannot say, soul, and approach heaven.
but the sun is no fool, i tell you.
it will rise for nothing else.