Love. . .

Love. . .

a biological imperative
to help[ continue the race

love ~ an addiction

love ~ the shortest distance between
wherever you are and total madness

love ~ comes charging through the door
like a barracuda on roller skates

love ~ finds out where you sleep
and spreads seeds of nightmare on your pillow

Love ~ is as relentless as infection
or a score in tennis
(as in the score was thirty love)

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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