Why Should Love Have To Hurry? My body begins to chill as I think of you, Once again, fulfilled by your quixotic tune. Its always been this way, between us, No one understands our role-reversing lust. You used to chase me as I climbed my precipice, And when I fell back to Earth, you'd always pick me up. More-than-ever now, I see how you've learned me, Read me, and bled me, just to discern me. Why couldnt I commit to such devotion? It burns me. Evaporated tear lands in the ocean, it turns free. For all the "plenty o' fish" I've denied this century, All the offers of love seem to scatter and scurry, Now I think to myself, "why should love have to hurry?" Alas, her actions alone have already answered me, Diminished by doubt, desire leaves love worried.
