I don't know what to say anymore about love.
Youth makes love seem idealized to the point of almost being a waking dream.
But as youth slips in to the grasp of time elapsed,
Time begins to strangle joy and excitement away.
Desperation is the lion growing bolder each day.
I hear the clock ticking...
Rolex doesn't make the biological kind...
Nothing has come close in a long time to grasping my mind...let alone my heart's interest.
Compounding...circumstances and the lack of romantic comedy happenstance.
Chance...after chance.
Yet any courtship takes time to learn the steps of love's dance.
I don't know how to feel about the game anymore.
Like being a Cavs fan when LeBron left for the South beach shore.
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