There was a time, there was a place, <br />when she felt not just a member of the human race <br />but a perfect one.... after all, she was loved; <br /> <br />but some sorts of 'love' are not enough. <br /> <br />How is it that the old saying goes? <br /> - ah, yes, I remember, I think I know: <br /> <br />familiarity breeds contempt. <br /> <br />Whoever came out with that one, meant, <br />I think, <br />(though I may not be right) <br />that when Cupid's arrow is perfectly sent <br />the 'love' of day turns into night <br />as time descends, <br /> <br />and come the end <br />of any seeking conversation, <br />any aspiration to observation <br />of how the 'other half might feel' <br /> <br />that is... that is when life is real, <br />and time to retreat, to unreality. <br /> <br />- That is how it seems to me.<br /><br />Tara Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tara-1-cupid-nil/
