Cliche Poem by Danny, James Archer

Love, have you ever ‘felt’ it? Like physically? Butterflies. The physical process of love is to cliché for me. “Fancy a cuddle babes? ” why can’t I see love, this abstract noun; I want concrete evidence before I partake in such an overplayed tradition.

I gaze across a loud room and all turns silent, your eyes staring into mine. I see only you through a sea of turbulence, and stop, there, now all will be fine. Was that what the reader wanted to hear?
Unfortunately I have yet to experience these normal feelings, and until I do, I’m content with the un-poetic prose that my ‘love’ offers. It’s honest and convenient, what is wrong with that.

Keats would congratulate my ‘love’, an un-poetic attraction that is brimming with indiscretions, the cracks run deep but the tape holds our hearts in together, for now. Such a simply thing is poetic, and moving and all of the romantic things a couple should have, and without cliché. An onion if you will?