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I came across the following poem the other day and was struck by how tight the composition is. Love as a vexatious creature, which sometimes, it most definitely is.

Excellent Cloud fodder, originally posted here – Praying For Eyebrows,  by Nananoyz.

Enjoy – smiles

I Have Love

I have love, ill-defined and tenuous,
Hollowed out and scurrilous.
Jealous to a fault,
Impervious.

Brittle love, strained and anxious,
Stretched too thin, dangerous.
Pushed past the limit,
Hazardous.

Save me from love, rude and ridiculous,
Martyred and meticulous.
Grasping for straws,
Ludicrous.

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