Love’s no merry-go-round,
no sign up for the day and walk away thing,
no remembrance on Tuesday and a forgetting the other 6;
Love’s no yes-dear, whatever you say dear.
Love’s a wild one
whose hair, let alone heart will not
Because she expects the best of you, the most of you,
the oh you don’t feel like it -ha!- that’s funny of you.
Drag yourself to the ledge and peer over.
The view is not for the faint of heart.
Wishing yourself there is a waste of the work
your cells do without stop.
Come forward, rise up,
no other task is worthy of you.