i dont do love

i don’t do lovesick messages written over wooden desks

engraved by the hands missing the touch of another 

waiting for the day to be reunited with so-called forever

encapsulating the songs of a million hearts in three words

i don’t do sugar-sweet saccharine novel-bound romance

brimming with rain-filled scenes and confessions of the soul

monologues of the hearts true needs without the other 

of soaring spirits and unconditional four-letter everything

i don’t do lifebound handheld dependent partnership

where two melded hearts see each other through

nights and mornings bound to the same cheeks and smiles

affectionate evermore in the kisses of supposed vowed lasting

i dont do this heart-changing soul-altering thing called love

where soulmates for the everafter live in perfect harmony

a picture book match for soulmates in fairytale endings

yet for you, my love, i might rewrite “i do” into my story