Innocent Intentions in Love
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He chose a love perpetual those years
Ago. His kind of love has been around
Since men began to fall in love with tears.
He knew, but did not, that such loves redound,
Have always slewed that way. He could have guessed
That much, but then his spirit did not want to nod
Towards defeat. He opened out his chest
Although he knew his reasoning was flawed.
The organs clasped inside this young man’s bones,
His brain, his lungs, his heart, he thought were strong
Enough. He had not reckoned that the zones
Outside the ribcage bristled with the throng
Of Satan’s fallen. Prejudice and hate
Are angels ranged outside of heaven’s gate.
