Perfection is forever straight,
From A to B and onward to infinity,
Easily predictable, ever immutable,
The Heart it cannot bait,
For it is the crooked line of
Angles sharp and smoothéd curves
That snares the Eye and sates the Heart,
Creating that which we call Love.
This is something that was stirred suddenly to life by a friend's Facebook status, and I
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