Papers On A Table Poem by Marcus McKinley

It is up to fate
what love defines
When it comes to love
I color outside the lines
In mingled shades of unknown solutions
Blurring and blending images and resolutions
Slightly out of focus and yet sharp as a tack
Every nuance causing respite in cardiac
With strong conviction and fortitude
Hides the moral boundaries that one can't elude
And the predisposition of the papers position
Shameless and boundless upon the opening door
Strewn all over the table and possibly the floor
In a brief admission one might deplore
But the chaos it creates is exhilarating!