Falling In Love


Tacit insults

to which even the canine blinks,

Explicit adulation

to which the countenance goes pink.

Such is being in love,

when secretly he thinks

of how openly that it stings?

Mildewed thoughts

that disgust the self,

Fresh leaves

that amuse the little elf.

Such is being out of it,

when to oneself she links

all the pain life brings.

Imprisoned lines

that free the heart,

Released sighs

that did us apart.

Such is being unsure of it,

now to themselves they drink

while those universes continue to shrink.