249 - Love's lovely, but it's just a distraction

Love’s lovely, but it’s just a distraction:
Often it dies soon after bearing fruit;
Like cherry blossom in the spring, it’s gone,
Replaced by desiccating summer heat.
We sweat, we fret, we start to feel so beat,
Turned up too high instead of just turned on;
The pressure cooker forces a retreat
To safety’s shadows, out of the kitchen.
For we have seen that, all of a sudden,
The thrill of that dangerous liaison
Was paid for with another mouth - so cute -
That needs more food, more work, more distraction
From doing what we wanted all along.
So how intelligent is love’s pursuit?
Fri 11 May 2007