"Love is a verb, it ain't a thing, it's not something you own, it's not something you scream"... Thank you for being the only light I ever saw, for making me believe that my life's gonna see the love I give return to me, for keeping me where the light is and for having a face to call home. You're not six again or Superman because you're better than that: the back porch poet with a book of rhymes open knowing all the time you're probably never going to find the perfect rhyme for "heavier things". John, honestly, one of these days, you'll be born and raised and, when your time comes down, you'll be found, but we'll never stop this train. I love you more than songs can say.