Love is a tiny 2 oz possum, held in the palm of my hand
So small and dependent, only me to help her grow now
Her mama gone, her siblings too, it’s just the two of us
We make it through somehow, some way; together
A learning curve so sharp it could cut through stone
But I am willing, and she has nothing but a desire to live

We made it, girl, all the way to the end and I swear to you
I never knew such love in my life, so pure, full, and joyful
It was wonderful and scary; it was everything all at once
Love is a possum, don’t you know, and if you didn’t, well
Now you do