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There is one way to know real Love
Analogies of rivers, fires, light, dark
are inadequate to describe it

If you feel it, you know
No submission to your plans
Any controls you place on it
Will fail

All constraints, labels, timeframes
preferences, ethnic requirements, 
financial requisites, social criteria or
stupid little boxes will cease to matter

A lesson one Lover may learn
the hard way
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Her mother and father talk to her
the sun setting behind them
over a tropical sea

She has not spoken to her Lover
for two weeks
Part of her idea for their "break"
A way to see how they do without
one another
She thought it was a sensible thing to do
Very smart and a good solid plan
Plus if she is not talking to him all the time
She thought it would get
her parents off her back about him

Now she thinks it was stupid
She misses him
and hopes he misses her
She gets to call him in a week
at the half way point

She nods again at her parents
Appearing to have been listening

But really, Daddy makes sense
Mommy makes sense
They really do.

They are concerned about the length
of this relationship
Her Lover is not right for her
Not permanently
Seems like a nice enough boy
and they know she likes him
Emphasizing "like"

But he is too poor
Not a good family
Not their religion
Not their ethnicity and culture
Of course, they know she has pride
in her culture, right?
"Long term, this cannot be"
"Don't get too attached"
"Hasn't this gone on long enough?"
"Can he really make you happy?"
"You used to have so much fun here
Now you are sad. Is that good if he makes you sad?
Weren't you more fun before him?"
"Remember, this is only for college.
Just college.
It doesn't have to be more than that
Why does it need to be more than that?"

She makes appropriate sounds of agreement
Of course, she loves her religion and culture
She and her Lover are a bad match
Ethnically, religiously, socially
Her parents are right
Don't worry
He is just a fun boyfriend right now
Just a bit of fun while young
She believes it
Mostly. Almost entirely.

"Don't worry, guys," she says rolling her eyes.
"Can we talk about something else?"

Feeling her insides twist at the lie
she barely knows is a lie
Deep down inside
Way down where she can barely see it
Where she does not want to admit it
Where Love defies her organized mind
She knows that if she starts to lose 
Her Lover
Her goalposts will move
and ultimatums will become a sham
Pride will suffer

She will want him
and miss him
Nothing else will matter 
for a time
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