there's always the spiel about how love works
there's the spontaneity, the romance, the love-making, etc.
but what if we take that
and throw it out the window
that would be true spontaneity
no more would cycles of "romance" and "love" exist
anniversaries wouldn't be made such a big deal
more space would be left to care for the one you truly love
and for them to love you
because when you get down to the gist of it
all love is made out to be is this big charade
of who loves who more,
determined by pre-packaged gifts of items to be burned
when the **** hits the fan
when love should really be
going out and picking up your lover
early in the morning and having a picnic or
staying in bed for the day and calling sick from work
looking into each other's eyes and letting the world beyond
wash away along with the turmoil it holds or
driving out into the highway and let the car determine your destination
not the travel agent you paid to set up the reservations
true love begs for snap decisions
calls for them, weeps for them.