I thrive on your complications
To love simply is never me
I get ensnared in adulation
And enchanted by complexity

Twould not suffice for you to just love me
Nay, where would the depth of that love be found?
Should we spent each day in sheer elation
I fear that scant love would linger around

For it is the struggle of love that I cherish
I relish the impossibilities
I yearn not for joy I may inherit
But seek out the painful calamities

There are weak ones who seek reciprocation
Who’d retreat from endless peril and distress
While I shall glory in pyrrhic near misses
Full of courage to court you and loneliness