I hear them all the time.
The many rules of love.
They’re silent like a mime,
Elusive as a dove.
But do watch out, I have to say.
Such silly rules can hurt someday.
How ridiculous a world is this?
Where tonnes of laws
All dance upon a feeling
And scratch it with their claws.
It’s sick and twisted. Painful, too.
These rules are anything but glue.
I like to be near you.
You like to be near me.
So what’s this strange voodoo
That begs me to stay free?
Our lives are bare and pressed up tight
Together, now, through these dark nights.
Is that not proof of love?
Or do we need more rules?
Decrees from god above?
Or can we stay as fools?
We’re happy touching lips like this.
So why then must we reminisce
Inside our long lost kiss?
The one before the break,
Where Cupid seemed to miss,
And hearts were tried as fake.
A stickler for the rules I was.
I’m sorry that I made a fuss.
But now I’ve learned one thing.
With love, there are no rules.
No feelings live in rings,
And distant days aren’t fuel.
Of course, the regulations state,
One shouldn’t clean such filthy slates.
But damn the rules to hell.
We’re both in love for now.
It’s best that we don’t dwell,
Or wonder why or how.
With not a rule in sight to quote,
Let’s let our love just drift and float.
Originally published at https://www.daytondoesstuff.com on July 9, 2019.