You have been my hot and cold night,
My eager, lingering pain
The thing unmentionable that only I condemn
Formidable and fleeting,
Coaxing the latent and feeding the dull
Why will you not release me?
I am not seduced by the illusion of forever
With you, but enticed by the possibility
If not the ability to be included in your lifetime,
What do I do or can do with this love?
This Chopin awakening love
This tendency to behave as Puck,
Chiding on the folly of us mortals
And the temporal coolness of our passions
However, even the thoughts of you
Offend, seeing as I am not yours
And you can never be mine.
I shun the wings of love that
Allowed Romeo to leap palace walls.
I run past the Aphrodite-laden
Golden apples, in favor of reason and
Soundness of mind, rather than
The renewing of passionate memories
I would rather have all of me than pieces of you
-Jennifer Bush (now Harris), 2011