Irrational Poem by Danny Speicher

Irrational, I'm called irrational
For loving too much with little return
For not moving on when my heart does burn
But, when all's said and done, what's rational?

Is it the absence of all emotion?
Not chasing love with reckless abandon?
Or leaping not knowing what I'll land in?
And not letting my heart cause commotion?

Is it choosing a path for logic's sake
While abandoning all romantic thought?
Thinking ten steps ahead while feeling not?
Are feelings a risk I just shouldn't take?

Irrational, I might very well be
But, life without love is simply not me

Love's irrational in so many ways
And it's love that makes me do what I do
And say what I say and oft makes me blue
Yet, just as often, it sets me ablaze

Oh, how irrational lovers must seem
To the man who doesn't know how to feel
It must appear odd to see someone kneel
As that someone's heart's been ripped at the seam

Judge forth you logical experts on high
Shake your swollen heads, click your sharpened teeth
Render your verdict to me, here beneath
Oh, and of course, fail not to roll your eyes

Because, irrational, I might well be
But, life without love is simply not me

So, I will go on dreaming of a day
When my wife and I will walk hand in hand
Down the greened hill and on to the white sand
Yes, I will dream of a life lived that way

And, I'll love others without condition
Not expecting in kind that which I give
Pouring forth my love like a broken sieve
Giving my all will become my mission

And, someday when I'm old I look and find
I'm alone, without a wife by my side
At least I'll know that my love never died
I may die alone, but I won't die blind

And, I'll be known as irrational me
But, my life without love, just couldn't be


(August 13th, 2011)