Love in the time of Hamilton

I tried to make you an elaborate musical number.

Full on dance-battles.

Madrigals meeting breakbeats.

Set changes at the key change.

I was going to show you love through the power of spectacle.

You would know the depth of my feelings.

The actors wanted these things called directions.

The musicians wanted sheet music.

Set designers needed paint.

I probably should have booked a venue.

Needless to say, it was more complicated than I was thinking.

I also cannot sing or dance or paint.

All I had was a feeling.

All I have is this feeling.

Held deeply, resolute in my spleen and other organs in that region.

So I’ll share it with you,

At the table tonight with the dinner you’ve made us, in the home we share, in a life we are building

And hope that it is enough.