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Though the feelings
Are quite intense and undescribable
Though the words
Are sweet and sound genuine

Each moment
Is like magic and butterflies
Exactly how you want it
Perfectly romantic yet again

But knowing yourself
And how quickly you fall
Reeled in by the New, by Words
By Being nice and by Romance

Once again, against all odds
Like all the stories before this
A pattern so predictable
That it's essence becomes meaningless

Committing the same acts just like before
Aggressively jumping purely by impulse
Acting exactly the way you do
When faced with the nice and sweet

How do you know
If this is real?
How can you trust
Your judgment?

In your heart
You know this sin
Though you may act blind to it
It will always be there

This is not love you have addressed
It is desire that has been satiated
It is fear that you avoid
Something lacking that needs to be filled

The desire for romance
The fear of being alone
The need for external validation
The feeling of being wanted by someone else

All has been predictable so far
Everything has been dictated by attitude
True Love versus Known Behavior...
Which one governs?

So how can you be sure
That this is what you think it is?
When it follows a foreseeable pattern
That is so obvious and can reoccur?

Something that has happened before...
So how do you know its real?
How can you trust in something
That is reliably unreliable?