Love is Black and White

I don’t do halfhearted.

I can’t do at arms-length.

You’re either here,

Or you’re gone;

There’s no in-between for me.

Leave the grays behind

For lesser things than love.

Love has to be clear, vibrant, and distinct,

Bright and in my face.

Love has to be grounded in today,

Not easily swayed by yesterday

Or the worries that wrinkle tomorrow’s face.

So leave your limp waves

And your false smiles outside

For they are not welcome

Within the walls of my heart

Or where my soul abides.