On Four Loves

 1. There is a young love, an infatuation 

An enigmatic and childish passion 

That blossoms too early, and fades dangerously late

Often unreturned and sweetly remembered 

2. Beyond this there is a defiant love 

One that is destined to be obviously doomed 

Though the soul is determined and willful 

A rebellious creature, this love serves to prove a point but nothing more 

3. There is a predictable love, sometimes multiple 

In which the statistics prove a rare stability 

The logic bursting forth with brilliant dullness 

And while it is steady, it lacks the joy of danger that should always accompany even the first look

4. There is a final love 

One that has run beneath the young, defiant, and predictable since desire was first awakened

It is the best part of every stranger, friend, and suitor brought from past to present

It is a familiar love, a deep seated friendship, requited, easygoing, and infinite.