I love when I pretend to love.
I love you because you love
With wit, and not with love.
Love rises
In a poem of surprises.
The thought that stays ahead of love
Defeats love, and enlarges love.
I love you because you say you love.
What’s lost with love is won with wit—
It loves, when it’s defeating it.
Deciding to love you, I couldn’t see
You loved me loving you. You didn’t love me.
I love you because you say you hate;
I need to love you, so I’ll wait.
Love is happy, by wit, to be misled.
Wit is happy, in love, to stay ahead
Of love. I love when I pretend to love.
Love didn’t love. It rose from the dead.