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Sunday, 5 November 2017

Letters to myself

Is this a love story?
Where the hero is I?
Am I prepared to fight for you,
When it barely seems as though you try?

Maybe I'm crazy;
It's probably true. 
Despite the disruption and denial
I'm in love with you. 

It's a special kind of painful
When the love isn't shared. 
Love is a decision
Totally separate from care. 

I say that now, because earlier, even I forgot.
Love is not a disease
To be cured or caught. 
Love is a decision.

So if decision, not bout, 
I cannot cajole. 
Volition required; no corral, nor plea
I must stand here, obviously, and hope to be seen.