I don~t understand love poetry sometimes,.?

Yup… Flowers, Favorite Moments, The Whole Shebang

Gentlemen write things like “Rocking you in my arms brings be great tingles of joy”

And women, I quote, say “Protection and safety are found in your presence”

Yeah… The stereotype is lovely.

Poets and optimists alike eat up the rhythm and emotion.

Yet why?

What do we want?

What do we look for?

Who cares?

I guess anti~lovers would say.

Me maybe?

Yes I believe in love,

Yes I have felt it~s evil pangs

And seen it~s effects.

What of them?

Each generation the same.

Each lover alike in thought

“Can~t live without you”

“Miss you to death and life and back again”

What do we want?

Don~t know.

Don~t need to.

Just know I don~t want it.

Don~t want a lover.

Holding someone tight doesn~t define your life or mine.

But What Does?