The 1980 Series

One

"Unfair, unjust,"
my mind cried out to me,
"he does unto you a wrong.”
"Quiet," said my heart,
"love is to love
through wrongdoing
unfair or unjust."

Two

Don't go they said,
he is cruel.
He will hurt you again.
Or you may be happy,
and being happy
forget to write in rhyme.
I am here
not totally unhappy
and the Muse not a stranger to my door.

Three

There is so much to love in you
which you don't even know, my love.
And so much that you think draws me
to you which does not.
But I am practical:
I answer no rhetorical questions
I live no rhetorical dreams.
If the choice is between
dull endless misery without you
and sometime-agony with you,
I'll take agony every time.