Love in Real Life is:
Not a fantasy,
Not escapism,
Not Utopian,
Not Unconditional,
Not industructible,
Not Lustful,
Not easily achieved,
Not easily kept,
Not easily understood.
Love is sensitive & elusive.
Cherish love!
Else, it transforms
and becomes something more familiar.

I am part of a long branch that
Stems from a
Very poisonous tree.

I am the fruit of the fourth wife,
The illegitimate and the shamed.

A few generations down the stalk,
You'd find me:
A cursed seed
That was never meant to be planted,
That was never meant to exist,
But has and will now plague the soil

*Forevermore.