Can't look at her now
Couldn't even back then
I don't know if she knows
If it happened
And when
I extended my hand
On that balcony ledge
And drew her into my
Burning flag-bearing pledge
My allegiance unfaithful
To her's in its purest
Convictions as graceful
As mine
Are abhorrent
Exhorting their pleasure
Two forms pressed together
Succumbing to Hedonist
Weakness
Whenever
It renders me deader
Than "death do us part"
In contrarian fashion
To what I Descartes
For the heart
Isn't really
The love that we feel
And if she really felt it for me
Was it real?
Was it even the same
Kind of strain
Of in vain
To express it to her
As the most welcome pain
I could ever again
Comprehend
Or explain
That to be without it,
Without her
Was the end