Love Is Love

Like awakening from a drunken sleep
The residue of you emerged
From the depths of stagnant waters
And washed upon my consciousness.

Did you think that I'd forget,
That I'd ever walk away without
A distorted memory to reminisce?

You haunt me when a fragment
Of your expression is exhumed
Through his unknowing eyes.

His idiosyncrasies once reflected you.
If fate were left to me,
How could I begin to choose?

Love is love is love is love,
Should it matter then with whom?

© 2005, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp