The best kind of lovers do not plan
Nor pre-empt every single warring kiss;
They relish the risks of being human
And gather strength from the threat of weakness.
Like the way the poet’s pain reshapes his heart
Sharpening the point of his bulleted words,
Or when our childish dreams are pierced, each hurt
Somehow leaves new visions to leap towards.
We know now how needs mask the face of love
While beauty hides from predators who feed
Themselves on that light lit but quickly snuffed
By careless hands, pride, neglect, or conceit.
But lets not give up passion for romance
And lets not give the bastards another chance.