Evolution of Love

Bear with me...
I wish I could recall
spitting out poison
in empty bookstores,
just to avoid being
afraid of love.

I convinced myself
it was there to hurt me.

When I was fast asleep,
you spoke to me.
Someone must've told you
that my love is rare.

How disastrous, yet beautiful
that falling in love
is out of our control.
Beginning as strangers
which evolved into
never giving up on each other.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Real love become stronger with time and life together.
"Beginning as strangers
which evolved into
never giving up on each other."
I liked the above lines a lot. They are perfect and true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote