Meant to Be

January 26, 2015

What is courtly love?

Something to please the Man above?

What is rooted in tradition

Does not fit my intuition.

I cannot uphold these old ideals

Held in place by legal seals.

Is what I feel wrong or right?

I came to love, not to fight.

Come, my dear, take my hand.

We'll run away to a Promised Land.

Our carpet: grass; our ceiling: stars

Far away from any lights or cars.

Only the heavens, you, and me.

This is how we're meant to be.

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