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Disgruntled Love Poem

June 22, 2011

If anger is not the most misguided of emotions,
then it must be love that holds the ballot.

Does not love proudly and emphatically proclaim its own blindness?
Its indiscriminate and unconditional nature?

Do not the remnants of love linger,
even against the wishes of their host?

Is it not love that coaxes from its victim like a confidence trickster,
loyalty and sacrifice so often undeserved and unwarranted?

And once deceived by love’s expert con-artistry,
the initial investment being laid down,
the sum of the affections and esteem so characteristic of love,
what would a fool in love (and all those in love are fools)
not lay down in the hope of profiting by the bestowal of love requited?

Always remembering, that merely dwelling upon his own forlorn misery
is an opportunity at which, any fool in love will clutch.
All in spite of and perhaps because of,
the perverse nature of the relationship held between
the event of his unhappiness and the object of his love.

I temper these bold statements against love
with the hearty confession
that as a fool blindly, loyally and pathetically in love,
I would not change the fact, even had I the ability to do so.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. NaNa permalink
    July 19, 2011 10:27 pm

    beautiful, intelligent and just plain brilliant as always šŸ™‚

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