No one tells ya
that love is a risk.

Love? You ask
with pursed lips,
that smooth one
eyebrow lift;

quizzical, indeed you are.

I am reminded of my 2 year old kid.

She's always asking questions.

It's been figured out, I say.
Everything. Just search for the answers on the internet.

But it's never to your liking

is it?

You get one, two, three,
four million answers to choose from
you can agree, or disagree
or vaguely do either;

and not
much of it will make a difference.

So is that why she asks
for a bed time story every night?

Not the one where the princess
is saved by the knight, or the one
where a group of guys take
on the witch of Ice, or the one
where the lover dies and the hero
destroys the villain
only to replace him in the end.

She likes the one
where love is simply a risk
between one, two, three, four million
strangers, and you can laugh, or
cry, or do both at the same time.

It's what you want for yourself
that makes all the difference.