My love, unchosen, chooses mewhen in my level-headed hate
I leave you to your fate; and then
my uninvited love walks in,
unconscious of my conscious glares,
emphatic sighs, and other clues.
My love takes off its shoes and stays -
some times for hours, some times for days,
disrupting my routine affairs,
re-organizing secret drawers,
unhinging hidden doors, until,
despite myself, against my will,
I feel it. Buried in my ribs,
my heart, thought dead for ages, lives.
And as its beating gives you breath,
I lose my life, my faith in death.
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