Floodplain

All spring I was driving
 Every river swollen with rain, every stream a torrent
 Over the highway bridges that run high across the plains, flooded
 Half of the Maritimes, they say, is running this way
 I don't expect your love to be like mine
 I trust you to know your own mind
 As I know mine
 Could it really be so effortless
 All in my sight, many hillsides
 Green and black and distant, and rivers serpentine, glinting
 
 I know there's so much it just can't mean
 You and me
 Still caught up in heartache and grief
 Yet to come, yet to cease
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 I feel like I'm seeing double, all joy and all trouble
 My friends say, "Be careful, be gracious, glad or thoughtful"
 "Don't move too fast"
 "Don't let it pass you by"
 But I don't expect your love to be like mine
 I trust you to know your own mind
 As I know mine