The Book of Love falls at their feet.
Careless now they accept what must be.
The
shapes
that come
to
mind
are
not
real,
yet
they
project
images
I
can
see:
angles
hammered
into
the
rooves
of
houses,
the Globe Theater
a molecule
turning
in
a
carbon
ring.
I'm not
love in

you with
;
don't
I
e-
ven
know
who
you
are
.
A
fal-
len
woman
loves
a
fal-
len
man
.
Enough
is
enough
is
enough
.
I
want
to
wake
up
and
find
her
here
to
demonstrate
what
it
means
to
be
alive
.