trained
light on the air, her soul is joy!
She is bright,
full of life,
delicate...
She could be snow, for I have been fooled by snow before.
but when she is in my embrace,
it is not cold...
it is warmth, rapture!
for this is a seasoned love.
others have come,
and they have gone.
why was fate so harsh? Ah...
but the answer lies outside our hearts
there was turmoil, distraction, the stress of daily life...
with these bright flashes and explosions
would it not be hard to notice
a steady burning flame?
impossible to extinguish.
is this the right time? is it now?
can we finally give in to this bliss?
no. likely not. we will go on
as we have in the past.
denying ourselves the chance for true happiness...
why this madness?
habit.
we have been trained.