Love: A Compromise

Of love’s qualms with me
I know little
But it often seems irregular
That the low and unseemly
Can harbor its essence
So easily
What did she say to me?
That night in an embrace
Her legs dripping from her thighs
Her bodice set on fire by my eyes
what did she say?

Of love’s cold reality
I am a passenger
On a violent sea
An unwilling spectator
To an unwanted love
Mistakenly given to me
What did they say?
“If you would only change your ways?”
But what then, I ask,
What then of me?

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