Pair(Of Af) Fection Poem by Pete O'H

too much love is indeed possible
as is too perfect a pairing
of 2 formerly unsuspecting, now blessed
locked, and cursed,
torture sharing

jealousy is indeed the perfect word
unreason, that i desire all of you
when there is no reason i should have any
more than i did before
i found you



we are two keys
that work together (to open
the lock of the) perfect (but unattainable)
but were however forged at the tip of the sky and dropped in the middle of the ocean
each drifted to a distant land, landing on far-distant foreign sands
picked up by unknowing hands that would and could never understand
(impossibly perfect)
we are 2 perfect snowflakes
made the same; immaculately agreeing, complementing
if we so landed together the perfection created would
explode, destroying the surrounding winter
god knowning this, guided the flakes' drop, two the highest mountaintops
not within a million miles of each other
(perfectly impossible)



i am certain
we have been locked in this
it was frozen in our fates
our love was formed and tampered with
by holy and tortured ghosts of above and below, from many years ago

2 beautiful souls with a love-gone-right
bestowed upon us a version of
their happiness so it may continue, and 2 others might have such great love

2 evil spirits jealous from romance-made-awry
plotted to poison our love with 1 but 3 thorns
so that the perfect love, our perfect love, could never be fully born



even if there was time to end it
it would not
even if i could some how stop it
i would not



i love you annabelle lee

love, (you)
(i,) lee annabelle