Oh, To Be Wrong
Am I wrong...To desire someone in my life's square
to accomodate my uniqueness
In every expression of love
Am I wrong...
to presume that a perfect loce is awaiting
Around the nearest corner
Or the farthest bend
Am I wrong...
To anticipate trust as something expected
Rather than an astonishing gift
Am I wrong...
to entertain that my "split apart"
Is missing my presence as much
As I, his
Am I wrong...
To declare love as the bonding glue
Soldering two hearts eternally
As love conquers all
IF
I am wrong...
and being right means a world void of love
Void of the lovers' dreams
Leaving a nothingness of seclusion
THEN...
I'd rather be wrong
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