Have you ever pondered just how weird
It is to be in love? Not that it's bad,
And no, it isn't something to be feared,
But still not normal, in the simple sense:
Different from all that life has had
Before, or will have after (should there be
An after - I hope not). Something immense
Broods in the heart, and tells it powerfully
To wish the good of someone else above
The heart's own wishes and desires. That
Is what I have found wonderful in love,
Without which other feelings can seem flat:
To love is strange, since it puts other goods
Above our wants, our wishes - and our shoulds.
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