Love lost is never again
Launched into infinity
Finding it would be a miracle
synchronicity deja vu.
When you’re old you’ll know
the invisible anonymity.
Age is a costumed blessing
reprieve from the rollercoaster
the gamble for all or nothing
climb and dive and crash
up and out of love.
Lose illusions face what’s hidden
Love is a mirror in disguise
Romance is an elevator ride
Happily ever after is a lottery
Love is the prize
The risk is worth the gain
despite the debilitating pain
of what feels like infinite loss when it’s over.
Lovers would choose to do it all again
even if they knew it’s doomed to fail and end
because the experience itself is the gift
a temporary glimpse into heaven.