Temptation does not belong here
Love is not a kite, nor a floater,
Love does not beat to a rhythm.
Frustration does not long for her
Love is not a fight, nor a driver,
Love does not preach for a mission.
Attention does not beg for her
Love is not the game, nor the dealer,
Love will not gamble the whole hand.
Addiction does not lie for her
Love is not the pain, nor the healer
Love will not finalise the plan.
Starvation will not be the face
Smiling within hate, nor admirer
Smiling with cloak and dagger feints.
Redemption does but walk away
Smiling outward grace, shrugging off claims
that love has no right to forsake.
Sensation will not fall apart
With nowhere to go, no trodden path
With no one’s feelings to dig up.
Retention will not hold out hope
With silent discourse, nor bated breath
that love will remember the past.
Affection has no right of way
Love is not the door, nor the turner
Love will only stall the engine.
Cassations do not sing for her
Love is not the bard, nor the list’ner,
Love will not harmonise the spheres.
Causations do not collide here
Love is not a stage, nor messenger
Love’s arrow does not belong here.
Gestation will not wait for her
Love is not a friend, nor companion
Love begins a new day alone.