This was the title poem to my second book. With four marriages, I guess I'm an expert on love and pain.
LOVE BITES
Nibbling at the heart,
it causes damage even while
providing pleasure. To love
is to suffer. It is unavoidable.
Bleeding comes from the
pressure of proximity, not
intention. Bandages provide
only temporary assistance.
Separation is always
inevitable. Desire plays
no role in the outcome. We
are prisoners of the finite.
Despite the prognosis
there are plenty of crusaders
ready to start the journey. The risk
of injury forgotten for a
chance at the prize.
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