AmbivalenceWe think we know In fact, we’re sure We’ve never been so sure before Our feet are firmly planted On love’s rock-steady floor. We think we know Until we doubt We let ourselves be turned about Our level heart gets tilted And love’s storm turns to drought. We think we know Our mind’s hell bent But in the end we must relent Our tryst is fated to become A love ambivalent.
Wayne Visser © 2011
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