I hate to think,
My mind likes you,
Drawing hearts,
Piercing arrows thread thoughts together,
I am irrevocably transcendent,
To the clouds, where I remember, all the illuminate details,
The compulsion to stay when it seemed opportune to leave,
Hesitant to disclose a clue,
In the moment I said yes,
But logic was miles behind,
It has since caught up,

If the spot continues,
My fondness might digress,
I am not a prepared opponent,
I’d rather fall into fluency