Real Love Baby

What I feel for this man is real love, baby!

I've been off work this week taking care of my injured man. This whole experience has been difficult in a lot of ways; it has also been a deepening of a love that already felt pretty darn deep.

When traumas like this occur -- when we are reminded that we could lose the ones we love, or they can be compromised -- it just serves to remind what is really important in this life.

Father John Misty, whom I learned about in a New Yorker review I read today, has this to say about real love, baby:

Our hearts
Are free
So tell me what's wrong with the feeling
I'm a flower, you're my bee
It's much older than you and me
I'm in love, I'm alive
I belong to the stars and sky
Let's forget who we are for one night
We're not animals baby
It's the people who lie
I want real love baby
Ooh, don't leave me waiting
I've got real love maybe
Wait until you taste me
I want real love baby
There's a world inside me
Got the preacher's music
Just if for a minute
Our hearts
Are free
So tell me what's wrong with the feeling
I'm a flower, you're my bee
It's much older than you and me
I'm in love, I'm alive
I belong to the stars and sky
Let's forget who we are for one night
We're not animals baby
It's the people who lie
I want real love baby
Ooh, don't leave me waiting
I've got real love maybe
Wait until you taste me
I want real love baby
There's a world inside me
Got the preacher's music
Just if for a minute
I want real love baby
Ooh, don't leave me waiting
I've got real love maybe
Wait until you taste me
I want real love baby
There's a world inside me
Got the preacher's music
Just if for a minute
Our hearts
(I want real love baby)
Are free
(Ooh, don't leave me waiting)
So tell me what's wrong with the feeling
(I've got real love maybe, wait until you taste me)
I'm a flower, you're my bee
(I want real love baby, there's a world inside me)
It's much older than you and me
(Got the preacher's music, just if for a minute)
I'm in love, I'm alive
(I want real love baby, ooh don't leave me waiting)
I belong to the stars and sky

We all belong to the the stars and sky -- and one day, we'll return to them.

In the meantime, I'm happy to report, I'm no longer waiting for real love.

I've got it in spades...