Love is a questionable state <br />where all else stands aside and waits. <br />No appetite for chips or egg, <br />you’d rather get straight into bed…. <br />And then you’ll leave the washing up… <br />that mug, a bowl, a plate, such stuff <br />to stumble into wild embrace <br />of complicated lovingness. <br />Will you at daybreak still be hot? <br />No, no, I fear, I dare say not <br />for lovers morning breath is foul <br />and last night’s make up <br />stains white towels.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-love-or-not-to-love-6/
