Love runs <br />in all directions <br />around the <br />able bodied young. <br /> <br />What they know of love, <br />how to stay inside <br />the lane, <br />runs no deeper <br />than their <br />twelve or <br />twenty years. <br /> <br />It slips quietly in, <br />something finally <br />kicks; <br />it drags them <br />to their <br />knees.<br /><br />Theresa Daly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marathon/
