Affection rises with a cliff in front It has to build up to overcome even for the thrill of not coming back down
Affection runs away with open terrain right in front It is that much easier to spread to all fronts There is no cohesive force from within
There is so much demand on romance Yet romantic feeling needs to draw so much from outside a piece of floating cloud, grass, a petal of flowers a smiling boy, a weeping girl How is one funneling all these back to the single love from outside in or inside out a wave out of all the blue waves not at this moment but forever into the time Should we freeze the wave at its peak should we simple ignore the groove as if the wave should have been cut out in our definition against the physics or human nature