He Always Fell in Love Too Easily

He always fell in love too easily,
too soon, too fast, too hard.

He wondered if his rushing in
was the result of feeling unloved
by one parent as a child.

Or, if he was somehow deficient
in some other psychological way
with an inability to take his time.

Or if like the euphoria with alcohol
or drugs, he was addicted to
falling in love beyond sense,
beyond reasoning, his mind
blown with the ecstasy of it.

Maybe it was like that saying,
“The heart knows what it wants,”
and he could no more ignore
falling in love too soon
than the stars cannot ignore
shining in the sky, the planets
cannot ignore spinning.

And looking back maybe at times
the cost of falling in love too soon
was high, but he felt despite that
in the end it was all worth it.

And, oh, how he misses those long
gone days of falling in love too soon,
as he hears soft rock romantic songs
playing in the background of his
waning life, his remaining years.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd