Love Is Not An Epiphany

                                             

Love is not an epiphany

A paroxysm I let myself loose to.

No, I do not play lackey to my emotions.

My love is a ship

And I stir its rudder.

My love is not euphoric

I am not slave to my whims.

Rather I’m its cox

And I stir its cause.

Love is a choice;

To stick with you

Even when the fireflies

Have died in my eyes,

To stay by you

When my eyes cease

To shine and dance with desire.

Love is immune to self

Love is wise

Like my father

Full of commonsense

Like my mother

Love is Omni-

Omni sufficient

Omni competent

Like myself.