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Second Thoughts in Columbus, Ohio

I find it strange that we search

our whole lives for love

as though it were the

final treasure

the solemn purpose of people

in movies and magazines.

Yet when it comes to your door

one morning with calm eyes to deliver itself

you realize it alone is not enough.

You are before me sweet one

and I am thinking,

aren't I supposed to be brave

and abandon

each dream and aspiration

and yield utterly to this

elusive beast love,

to your soft touch

and companionship?

Aren't we supposed to

have a piece of land-and children!-

that look like you, and cook

soup and bread and sing

each other songs before sleep

and absentmindedly count the stars

from our front porch as we pray

for each other's keep

and pretend

forever is a word known

not only by the heart?

From Jewel's poetry book "A Night Without Armor"

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