Falling in love is injurious to health here
It won't be a slow death as with intoxicants
Where the pleasure is the slow poison
And more the tolerance more the poison
Required for the same pleasure to hold ---
To love is to look and to like what is seen
To talk and to like what is said and
To want to stay together more and more
Find even a moment of separation intolerable,
To forget where you were born and want
To leave with her the place carved up with
Borders no evolved human would tolerate,
Legitimate desires are illegitimate here,
This could be the last sunset I see for
I have been asked to meet with my future
Kinsman to mediate our future --- now
Seeming increasingly impossible for
Signs tell me it is a sick sickle I could face,
I cannot live in fear so let me end it there
My heart going out on a limb to maybe yield
To the sharp, cold edge of acquired hate
Or make a friend of a foe if his love has reason.
