Love song

A star fell cracking heads
Like breaking eggs
And the pallid ova
Were pushed by a foot
(in an aside)
Beneath some broken bed
Pocked with tiny holes
Where the worms
Have left their memories
Like tombstones to their survival,
And the door which needs no knock
Because you know
There is always someone
Waiting behind it.

If there is an elemental pattern
Which allows the attraction
Of each thought to gladness,
Then watch the magnetism of solemn -
As no man was satisfied
Until he had marked his name upon it,
And no woman could leave
Until she had asked questions of it,
Yet despite all demystification
It still lingers here
Battle weary in hope.
In the morning they lie in this bed
Holding hands
As if they were in a waiting room,
Though at times he feels
Like nobody really knows him,
And there are times she feels
Like nobody really wants her,
And all this is expressed
In an unsung love song,
But because you are you,
And I am me,
It is the only caveat
We will ever need.