For A Poet Poem by David McLansky
For A Poet
Love does not chose;
It by itself is chosen;
Love is the fire
That melts a heart
Although that heart is frozen;
Love is madness,
Compelled obsession;
There is no sadness
In possession;
Those in love who seek to choose
Know only love as a ruse,
A weak word for a burning passion;
Love's a banquet, not a ration;
Love is the sea, an endless ocean
That rocks the tides in ceaseless motion.
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