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3-Word Prompt: Love Makes Sense

I ask you, partner:

To what extent

Are you willing to compromise,

To pay half the rent?

To give up your freedom,

Split bills 50%?


Sometimes love makes cents.


I wonder, lover:

When we’ve overspent,

Will our lust be what prevents

Our divide?

Will it be our sexual torment

That holds us together —

Our pheromones being the cement?


Sometimes love makes scents.


I feel you, soul mate:

When you’re incensed,

When you’re elated, or

When what you’ve meant

Is not understood.

There’s no need for you to lament:

We are one body and one-half of

Each other’s secret present.


Sometimes love makes sense.

 
 
 

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