Your Feelings

How inappropriate your feelings were
When we encountered love, in its disguise
Of cooing doves holding a branch edgewise
Between them! "Peace," you said. "That's juniper,"
I told you, "not olive." "Or conifer,"
You answered, "Doesn't work. You could devise
A story that explains how, in their eyes,
You see love, but it all comes down to her."

"No," I insisted. "I forget her name."
You smiled and nodded. "Don't you fall apart,"
You warned me. I said, "Don't be so damn smart.
Love's hard to keep. If something is to blame,
It's not the embers of an ancient flame,
But how I see things now, inside my heart."