love - Blackout Poetry Notes

Mistletoe

Fall in love with
wine so good, a bed so soft,
and a kiss under mistletoe.

We decide not to notice
the difference between
attraction and love.

I'm afraid of her.
Here is a dangerous creature
whose hunger of love
is strong.

It takes courage to
love always.

I thought that was love.

Consumed by thoughts
so badly I ache.
I love
in a desperate way.

"Happy" isn't what she hoped it would be,
love is a mystery - 
desire a depth haunted by
inevitable imperfections.

I love
more than life
itself.

She is possessed
by love.

I seek no love or happiness,
I am content to suffer alone
as once I falsely hoped to meet
a love comparable to mine.