love is not for those
who do not understand
love is for those to whom
fate sometimes has been tempestuous
those for whom
the sun sometimes orbits the earth.
love is not for the squeamish--
it asks that you exhume
the corpses of your buried heartaches.
the clear-headed-but-blindfolded
those dressing in white for mourning
love is for those who understand.

03/12/2002

Posted on 03/12/2002
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