He always fell in love too easily,
\ntoo soon, too fast, too hard.<\/p>\n
He wondered if his rushing in
\nwas the result of feeling unloved
\nby one parent as a child.<\/p>\n
Or, if he was somehow deficient
\nin some other psychological way
\nwith an inability to take his time.<\/p>\n
Or if like the euphoria with alcohol
\nor drugs, he was addicted to
\nfalling in love beyond sense,
\nbeyond reasoning, his mind
\nblown with the ecstasy of it.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was like that saying,
\n\u201cThe heart knows what it wants,\u201d
\nand he could no more ignore
\nfalling in love too soon
\nthan the stars cannot ignore
\nshining in the sky, the planets
\ncannot ignore spinning.<\/p>\n
And looking back maybe at times
\nthe cost of falling in love too soon
\nwas high, but he felt despite that
\nin the end it was all worth it.<\/p>\n
And, oh, how he misses those long
\ngone days of falling in love too soon,
\nas he hears soft rock romantic songs
\nplaying in the background of his
\nwaning life, his remaining years. <\/p>\n
Bob Boyd<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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… Continue reading