Yer the Renaissance

  Yer the Renaissance 

Every spoken word of love was first

An unspecified space in my lungs

And I say this for truth, dear, every

Profession was fitted for each ear

 

So if upon inspection, a fault

Is found, some that leads to rejection

I won’t hesitate to quit, love is

Mad and there is no method to it

Author's Note

Another weird form. 7th and 9th syllable rhyming. AABB

Reviews

[Corset]

Love is mad.. i loved the second stanza, I wish love were so easy, that if upon rejection and humiliation, we could just lay it down somewhere and forgeddabout it.