Saturday, May 8, 2010

In Praise of Limerance

You try to steer me, gently,
On a course avoiding you,
Then call my love a butterfly’s,
Point it to flowers, new.

“Take my deep desires elsewhere,”
Is the song you sing to me,
“Let us always hold fond memories
Of the love that used to be.”

Well, I understand your message,
And I hear all that you say,
You’d rather not get serious,
Just be best friends at play.

But my soul’s a mighty hunter
Who has locked in on its prey,
I’ll tone it down and pace it,
In a very patient way.

And just when you least expect it,
I will be there for your needs,
And you’ll wonder why
I tarried with those flowers.

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