No excuse for love

That I love you, I can not deny,

but I’m afraid my love’s too great for me

assuming some demonic overbearingness

out of proportion with reality,

transcending into alien dimensions

which can never be acceptable to mortals.

It’s not darkness but a kind of power,

it’s not evil or possessive

but the more satanic in its nature

of obsessiveness and irrevocability,

like you can never spite your destiny

but only follow it wherever it will lead you.

There is no excuse for it, but still I ask you to excuse me

for persisting in this permanence of faithfulness

in sticking to this most impossible

absurd extreme and indefinable

outrageously insistent undeniability of love.