3/9/11
And then again, can there be love without
Romance? For all my rationality,
Relationships seem fraudulent, cut out
Of pretty paper, pieced so perfectly
Together, like a puppets play. But life
Is more than this, all tied up in a bow.
It is a checkered mess. Perhaps the strife,
The lovers’ sad laments, just go to show
The lover’s joys in sharp relief. For when
The crushing rush of passion fuels the soul,
And hearts keep time beneath the skin, well then
You love. Not well thought out, or in control.
I’d rather have a broken heart, than say
I love when intellect has all the sway.
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