Fireworks Love
by Andrew Calis
March 5, 2008 — Published in Verse
Love is a scale often tipped.
Love is real.
It is also, unfortunate
As it is,
Often mistaken or replaced
With acted,
Glass replicas.
But Love is a person,
Breathing, real,
Can be mistaken,
And impossible.
Impossibly deep, complex,
She may be so intentionally.
But her nature refuses
To be allowed to be deciphered.
She can be impossible.
One can love Love.
This, however, is one of the deepest tragedies,
Piteous situations, unfortunate blunders,
Grossest misidentifications,
Gravest mistakes.
Love ought never be loved.
She merely assists love.
But she cannot be loved, because
She is a scale often tipped.
And if one love too greatly,
To the brink of a bursting balloon heart,
Larger than capacity,
(Yet who does not smile at this sight?)
And the other merely love,
The scale is thus tipped,
Broken,
Lost,
And on more than one occasion,
Blamed.
When one loves another fully,
The second gains ground, being stable.
Thus, the balloon is weaker, led along by a string.
This stalking, it is not real love.
If one smiles to see one balloon filled,
How much more would one smile
When there are two,
Evenly filled,
Oddly, overly filled?
And neither would be disappointed
When, inevitably,
They simultaneously explode!
But not without first providing
All who saw the joy
Of their fireworks Love.
Andrew Calis
Andrew Calis is an aspiring poet who is attending Mount Saint Mary's University in pursuit of a degree in English. He is fascinated by love, beauty, and sorrow, but spends the majority of his time in search of big, impressive words and intelligent company.
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