Fate.

"Do you believe in fate?" He asks.
"I do now." I reply.

Love cannot physically blow my tears across my face or down onto my
breast.

Love cannot make my voice a whisper and an in~audible, hushed
tone.

Love cannot make my eyes moist and my hair blow with a beautiful
scented breeze.

LOVE CANNOT POSSIBLY...

TEAR ME, RIP ME, SHRED ME, BREAK ME, SHAKE ME

AROUND, CRUSH ME, RUSH ME, FILL ME, THRILL ME,

BIND ME, BLIND ME, HUSH ME, HOLD ME CLOSE, HOLD

ME TIGHT, HOLD ME HARD, SINK DEEP WITHIN, BURY

ITSELF INSIDE ME, QUIVER MY SPEECH, DESTROY MY

SENCES, RENDER ME DEFENCELESS, HIGHTEN MY FEAR,

HIGHTEN MY FANTASY, DIS~CONTINUE MY REALITY,

DILLUTE MY MIND, TROUBLE MY HEART, PUSH MY SOUL,

CONFUSE MY DEEPEST PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY, MAKE A

VISCIOUS LIAR OF ME, KILL ME........

but it does.

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