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I touch my fingers to my eyes

and they come away wet.

I realize, I was thinking of you.

So bitter-sweet- these memories seep,

from my mind to my spirit- deep.

Blinding me to facts and rationality,

binding me to the insanity of my brain.

 

I was thinking of something

you had once said to me,

'Love is not rational'.

Although, I see your point,

I must find it in myself

to boldly disagree,

It's a series of chemicals,

set off in your brain.

 

And although, as hard to ignore,

as they may be,

it is completely possible

to be rational.

It's just unlikely

and not nearly as fun.

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

For me this is inspiring (as I immediately thought to write what it made me feel) ...
Thought-provoking as well as Love is many things to many people, and like religion, people tend to gravitate towards believing what's been there experience or what's convenient and advantageous to them.
I think of that saying, "If it's not driving you crazy, it's not love."
Once you start rationalizing or trying to custom taylor it, it's not pure love...simply your version of love; your margarine and artificial sweeteners where there should be butter and sugar...Ah, but they make few things like they used to, huh?
I enjoyed this piece,
Thanks for sharing!

[chandlerl]

Thank you.

[Antoñyo]

You're welcome...pardon typos!