The Argumentative Lover Poem by Hashish ishardlyapoet

Shall we have an argument,

you and I?

Is that what you want?

well's let have it then..

the proposition i am defending -

"arguments are impossible in love."

real, proper arguments -

where jibes are hurled,

diatribes exchanged,

sarcasm, mockery, excoriations galore -

like getting Hitch-slapped!


all love can muster,

is a pale imitation,

when you propound, and i permit.

even when flying in the face of reason,

forgiveness ever is love.

It means taking morbid delight,

in irrationality,

quirkiness which, though confounds,

yet is found cute!

isn't that how it always is?

ego, that debating fuel,

is all adulterated,

with an alien Being-in-You,

in love.

what argument can you have,

with yourself-but-much-more-precious!

what casuistry will you resort to,

when confronted with you?



The only disagreement permitted, is of degree. Not kind.

For …..

when wounds of the heart,

make plaintive appeals.

when cold shivers,

evoke memories of company's warmth.

when I do not grieve,

why you hurt me so much?

but instead, am terribly vexed,

by what took you sooo long?

….. what fatuous, specious disagreements, I wonder, shall we have?