It goes the wrong way.
Love should go backwards.
It should start with a broken heart.
By being left forever.
Why not just get it over with?
After that we have the blazing row
where I force you to choose.
But the next morning we wake up
and everything is OK.
We have breakfast in bed.
Stay naked till late afternoon.
And all our feelings
are superficial.
Then we fall in love.
Everything is a game.
And we focus more and more on
our preparations for the great event:
First sight.
It happens.
Suddenly there we are.
We see each other for the first time.
- "Hi."
- You say.
"Hi" I say.
And I turn around
and I've never met you.
And I am free.
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