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On the surface of our skin

Lie hidden thoughts, too strange to pin

On upsetting quandaries, great and small,

Or whispers of a feeling called

The greatest emotion to be expressed

One that never stops to rest

From taking victims in its game

Of pride and power—love, by name

Those thoughts float up, their color red

Leaving trails of blotches from something said

To point out the oblivion in our eyes

That keeps us from our desired prize

Silence seems to feed that beast

To make our lives a frenzied feast

Of sporadic actions, tendencies

That live on discomfort and unease

This unease shows upon our face

A mark of biology's embrace

With all things alive and all things craving

An endless love, a life worth saving

Blushes are dear nature's way

To contradict the things we say

The ways we lie when we feel small

And much too plain to risk it all

On one perfect person, the person who

Could be our match and make us new

Love's lack of variance shocks us then,

Until we find that we have been

Crossed and jilted times before

Yet consistent with each paramour

We know that we remain love's fool

That red faces and lies are its odd tools

But its grasp is tight, its hold too strong

To liberate us from its bond

Until we must burst forth in pain

To speak the truth that kept us sane

To speak of love, its hold on us

With the one we now can trust

Happiness would not be so deep,

If its costs were not so steep;

By giving up much baser pleasures,

we trade lust for love and sweeter treasures

Science and love do battle often

One's task, to harden, the other, to soften

The human mind, to turn its gaze

From colder facts to warmer ways

But in rare occasion the two combine

To make sense of a different kind

In science, weights drift to the surface;

Love is the same, for that is its purpose

It's inevitable that truth seeks light

That heat drifts upwards in the night

Whether it's merely a degree

Or part of a feeling kept low-key

Though predictable be a blush's cause,

The emotions hidden, the life on pause

This familiar track holds few surprises,

For love is simple and heat, it rises

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A/:N: I thought I had polished it as much as I possibly could, so I posted it. I'm not really a poet--I think I only like poems because I like rhyming words and turning phrases that sound too silly to say in a realistic story. Like "thy grace the tool thou useth best" from Nymph Song or "a mystery like green school meat" from Streetside.

So this is just a bit of fluff borne from a better idea lost to bad memory. :3

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