Dilemmas – many that we face are false:
That some two choices are all that there are –
There’s more than just the tango or the waltz;
And places we can go twixt home and bar —
But still we paint our scenes in black-and-white.
We say the world is that or it is this –
That it must end, or end up in a kiss,
That it’s unknown, or something within sight —
So love is covered over in a glaze
Of words and concepts that we set ablaze,
And passion dies in ways we do not know
Because we limit where all it might go.
The world is myriad, and love is more
Than labels can contain, or choices store