My smile is a highway fatality that
occurs every time you drive. 

And, if falling for you is an accident
then, I want to know there’s no purpose,

that there’s no reason for the reasonable. 

You are a jig-saw logic.
Nothing this good should make sense.

Nothing this good should come easy.
Nothing this good should cost less than losing the dream.
Nothing this good can last forever, 

even Rome fell. 

But,
if I were to build a doomed empire,
it would be with you. 

The soldiers of my heart would gladly fight a hopeless battle,
if you’re the one raising the sword. 

When people say life is not fair,
(as if we all expected carnival rides and cotton candy)
they are talking about the giggling moments we share at bedtime.

Our laughter gives birth to envy
because, in that moment, Camelot exists
and fairytales do come true.

 ©4/29/07