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Impossible love:
a contradiction in terms.

With oxymoron, opposites attracts
into a newlyweds.
 
Nothing possible before Love
like déjà vu in waiting

remembering how real
and how right it will be

Love is the possible over impossible
heart over head like walking up

the aisle out of this world
in the hand of the Savior

from the start, the heart
already by-passing the headstone.

Like a programmed bullet, never heart failure;
failure to follow straight from the heart

 
 
 
 

  
  

 

I suppose it is an oxymoron
but it can be taken as unrequited love.

Unrequited love is the worse kind
and yet the best, another oxymoron.

My own view is that we all carry unrequited love
for the whole of our lives, a glimpse of a woman
from passing train, the girl who moved away,
the list goes on.

Beauty that causes a man pain, so pure, so bright
and never again the same. It works both ways
and woman crave men beyond their reach.

I still get messages
at night
in my brain.

Like this especially

like déjà vu in waiting