Unforgotten Love
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If love were like best poems, it would last
Forever, or as long as things that are not God
Survive. But love is not quite perfect, vast,
And flawless. Limits in it make it odd,
Perhaps unique. The fact is that his hair—
As dark as limitless eternity
That curls away in death-like softness, rare
And lovely—put it in fraternity
With high parabolas like dolphin leaps
Or rainbows. Curves are what divinity
Desires. The gods prefer pushed perfect sweeps
Of beauty arching through infinity.
..He loved the soul and thought mere logic thin.
….Besides, he had his manliness and sin.
