you wax lyrical
dear heart
and I am figuratively sick of it.when I fell in love with you
I fell in love with Byron and Homer
and I was proud of your prejudice.but waxing lyrical
dear heart
is a poetical pain in the arse.and I can't see
past your pulsing desire
for war and peace and never me.and when I weep -
you weep with me -
but your tears are
di Inferno.