Convenience
Pardon me. I seem to have accidentally placed you in my purse and made a staple of you like my house keys and the mint gum I obsessively chew for fear of stale breath. Although I fear that I've ascribed far more value to you than my pack of travel tissue. (As convenient as that is.) I guess I'm in love. I guess my hesitation shows that I'm waiting for some angel from above to stick a complimentary packet of wisdom in my mail box; a free sample from the Divine. Maybe the enclosed letter would say: "Dear Madame, I'm sorry to say that you consumed a dose of fleeting whimsy. I'd advise you to be careful for such paper-thin illusions are so flimsy. Like a child bedazzled by cheap glitter she heaps upon the page, you've been revelling in frivolous novelty; a victim to the limits of your young age." Perhaps I need to pardon you. You seem to have accidentally borrowed my tender feelings from life's library. Since you haven't even skimmed the resources I doubt there's anything you've learned. For that reason, I don't think they'll ever be returned. So I excuse you for all the times you so rudely made me laugh. I'll overlook the moments when you made my head feel light and my heart pound. Let's put the kind words and friendly teasing behind us. I'll forgive you for reflecting me and being an extension of my ego which is what love is essentially as far as I can tell in my attempt to be a semi-cynical variety of worldly. Yet maybe the letter would say: "Dear Madame, the foundation has been strongly laid. You have my guarantee that it was well worth the emotional investment you had paid." .................................................................. Perhaps someday I'll allow myself to drift. Perhaps someday I'll stop analysing my every emotion, observation and mental shift in world view. Maybe sometime I'll accept the uncertainty of my youth. Maybe eventually I'll stop this fruitless search for objective truth. Maybe love is just a deceptive reality; for if I strongly believe it to be true, how can it be impossible that I'm in love with you? Note: I labelled this as "Humour" not because I think it's laugh-out-loud funny but merely to indicate that it's not all meant to be taken seriously. The speaker is poking fun at herself and aspects of being in love until the last stanza. Not sure if that comes through or not.
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