Love is the asterisk, Blotted in bold next to the small print, Love is force majeure, the lack of gravity that makes you sink. It's a contract, There is no going back, Sign upon the dotted line, 'X' marks the spot where you will be mine. Love is the blemish of a hopeless romantic, That blows us off course as we await intransit, Its as dubious as religion, We believe in fate, Like we believe a politician. Love is the discarded remnants of our insecurity, If love is truly blind, Then I believe there's more to see, more to find, and i leave behind, Infinity