Don’t Dare To Love
The paranoid is never entirely mistaken
So, finally, I met a guy,
quite different from the rest
he somewhat passed the first love test.
Relatively smarter than the Greeks
An apprentice of Socrates I think,
humble, gentle and meek.
Not the regular desire of many,
but wisdom taught me to use an awl’s eye
when scouting for the one.
To walk with a tortoise’s mind
just in case nothing goes as planned;
so I did, & that‘s how I found him, or did he find me?
But wait…why me? What does he really want?
Is this even real or just another crazy trial?
It is good news one might say,
but now I am at crossroads
I have lost the reflex between mind and heart,
switching from supper stiff to loving and kind
is a far-fetched dream I hope to hold…or not.
I try to let my guards down
Don’t Dare! The devil whispers when I’m a step ahead
I’m barely a mile away before we start fighting again,
this time harder than before.
Does this mean there’s no hope for me ever…Ever?
Or it’s just the mind of paranoia taking over
a defense mechanism from the unknown maybe?
I know there’s no rationalizing this thing
you either get in, or stay out;
I have to choose fast!… But, do I?
This was a long time coming,
as usual, I might just mess it all up.
Again, the devil said No, Don’t Dare!
Love is a sham don’t walk into its hands.
What do I do now?
Use my brain or let my heart fall?
What if it falls on thorns,
the devil will be right won’t he?
Me: What Is The Smartest Thing To Do?
Devil: Don’t Dare to Love
Angel: In This Game of Love, the Smart Always Lose…BE FOOLISH!
To love at all is to be vulnerable — CS Lewis
