The road to love was jumbled and dark, so I felt my way through the eventide. To my surprise I found love in her eyes, Or maybe her thighs, I can’t remember. I was unconscious and she was Venus, the brightest object in my night’s sky. Goddess of love and beauty in my dreams, She and me were connected etymologically. Because I dreamed she was a part of me. Somewhere near the very heart of me. But then I awoke Standing on the edge of reality, And the outermost ridge of sincerity. Caught up in the mainstream’s theorem of love, I seemed to have fallen in. Only now in retrospect do I finally see the truth, I never fell in love; I’m sure I fell straight through.