This is a repost of a poem I wrote for my personal site. Just want to get something on my LessWrong page.

A question I'll leave for you: is love a rational endeavor, or something that is only truly experienced when you succumb to irrational beliefs?

Some are saying I failed, others say time was wasted, still others said that I was insincere.

What I know was that my love for you was true.
Can I say the same about you?

Words suffocated by lacerations of the heart.
Bound between forbearance and fear.

What I know is that my love for you is true.
Can I say the same about you?

How is it that miles of empty space can fit between our embrace?

Love and pain intertwined, forever star crossed lovers, bound to yearn.

What I know, my love, is full of unknowns.

Did you love me?
Was time wasted?
Were you being insincere?

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