By G!
For Mr. Romance Never Dies, among other aliases.
What overrides rationality, stability, sanity,
Which one tells oneself one must carry,
Carry for the sake that what is not so,
Hopefully will become.
A love one weaves for oneself,
With tentative care, and boggling obsession;
Like a seamless sweater for the cold harsh night,
The clothe is of no help, but might become of help.
So one takes a chance with chance,
To hold worry and reality at bay,
To hope that what is dreamed,
Might come to fruition and blossom.
When dreams held steadily on,
Become a want to come true,
One might want to check on a thought;
Are you in love, or in love with the idea of love?
I like this one a lot :)
ReplyDeletekind of summarizes what I've been telling MRRND these past few days.