Never one to believe in anything,
you adopt an elitist attitude towards those who hold opinions that are not your own.
A lady finds you to be her one and only,
for you and her connected many lives ago.
Now you’re arguing insistently, without
fully appreciating what her lips and mind are explaining.
She feels a pang of hurt as you tear layers of her arguments away without thinking of the consequences.
Not one to see your folly, you shovel the dirt from an increasingly large hole.
Seeing a chance, she pounces upon your weak argument like a Lioness from Eden.
Now you can see her, and your elitist bullshit begins to falter and fall away.
She catches you with her teeth, and you flail about like a rabbit not long for death; you both find deep love in two pairs of eyes.
C & K 