This is Love

Haste makes waste.

Still, I'm in a hurry to

Get misplaced

To be squashed and stuffed into

Space defined by you

Restricted to tick one box

Out of a possible gazillion and two.

Virtual chains and padlocks

Drape around my neck like gangsta bling

Until I can't be seen

For the sheer brilliance

The dazzling brightness

Of your testimonial.

At your insistence

I exceed excess

And recede deeper in denial.

This is love -

All the love I can hope for now -

The concessions I trade for

The right to your arm and your time

Your eyes and your smiles

And maybe someday soon, your name:

The ultimate addition to my collection.