After “The Paradox” by John Donne.
At first sight, through Invention; on speaking, soft Impression; at a touch, Anticipation; only lying, Consummation. * Should you love back months or more, I may mutter I Love You, I Have Never Loved Before, or that This Love Is True. * With so many lying stages, “true love” (it would seem) must be an oxymoron for the ages, you, my love, and me. * Like the parables of Zen, though, some truth may lie in it. Let us lie together, then, ohh, at least another minute.