My love hath only the world
And sees only what lies within it;
She can only feel the smooth, hard plastic beneath her palms,
She can only hear the hiss and shudder of the bus doors,
She can only smell the cloying cologne of the man sitting on her other side.

Yet, though my love does not see what lies without,
Though she cannot feel the tide rush in around our toes,
Though she cannot hear the song within the city,
Though she cannot smell the roses growing out from the billboards,
I think my love's melody
The strongest of all.