So this is silly love.
We cannot dare
expect that happiness will be ours long.
Why be consumed with someone who's so wrong
for you?
For me?
A mystery we share:
a fast infatuation, that we care
with random passions insolently strong,
drawn deeper into aching love.
And long
to be united here and everywhere.

While every reason,
all the signs, betray
our love's deceit.
For what have we but this:
A sudden unexplained desire denies
the gaping holes of conflict in our way.
The unclosed void
we now seal with a kiss
will tear again
and mock our love as lies.