Albeit flawed,

twenty-six

Cry

and pull

yourself together:

love is rational—

it's a swift answer

to a glance

but will never

harbor pain

if it looks away

love is patient—

it will never expect

a requite for

affection

and will give more

without delay

or question

love is enduring—

it will hurt itself

but would

never ask for

someone else's

tending or

demand a

compensation

for the loss,

it will only

well up tears

to purify you

and help you

find your way

back to the

shallow

so don't

you ever choke

back your tears

for if you do,

you do not

understand love

well enough

to ever profess

about feeling it