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.


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