Love has no speed limits, no fuel
no borders to keep it in
nor courters out
it has no immunizing agents
nor courteous remarks, and once inside
there is no middle ground
love has no date of expiration
no resting breaks, no hours unavailable
no payday
it labors for no receipt
leaves none alone, keeps nothing neat
to be the seer and sage of love
is to fail at it, unconditionally
impatiently it lays awake
on the doorsteps of the infinite
asking for an audience
to enter, begging to leave
the past behind
armed with only the logic
of a lovers heart
love knows only
one direction
whatever isn’t love, is hate
whoever isn’t loving...
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