Fast Love

How fast love can go when

faced with the imperfections

of a loved one. That love stays then,

lives in mystery and misdirections,

and flees from a picked nose or

a tired moment of complaint,

a story repeated one time more

than was really needed, a faint

request meant to cover an act

deferred, the sudden recognition

of weakness where strength was at,

a false persona crumbling to perdition.

Fast love flees and hides from all that.

Long love will stay and ignore all that.

Alix Hellas