PHILTERED/PILFERED LOVE

(breathe. just breathe.)
(but my cynosure ain't so sure...)

there's no greater joy
than pilfered love.
many joys come close,
but they're never enough.

philtered love, on the other hand,
is quite the opposite.
it's filtered, if you will,
through a fractured faucet,
a building made of lace.

at least with pilfered love,
you know it's gone for good.
you know where you stand
on the matter.
no less painful
(more so, in fact),
but you have information
&
that's always good
for business.

cuz as they say,
"'tis better to have loved & lost than to have never loved at all,"
&
"knowledge is power,"
right?
but it's how you use it that counts.