This poem looks more like a rap. It is far from my best piece, but I like to try different things every once in a while. Please comment! It’s like, I thought I knew what I wanted, but sometimes it’s just so unsure…You just can’t choose who you fall in love with, know what I mean? It just hits you, and then when it does, everything you thought of before is forgotten in an instant. Will you be a girl into heavy metal music? Admitting to biases as an excuse to excuse it Hair dye and a temper made to lose it A hint of narcotics and a quick way to abuse it Take a friendship, and you can’t help but bruise it A helping hand, but you would refuse it Would I love you, when I cannot use it? That’s the problem you never get to choose it Or maybe you’d be a girl with a penchant for religion Open up my heart to make a quick incision Ignoring the Crusades and the Inquisition Yet I could love her beyond condition Proposing a Creationist’s proposition My school of thought meets a head on collision Antithetical to my world vision But love, it is never one’s own decision Knock it, block it and sock it Overclock it, load and lock it Cock it, fired off to shock it Mock it, but you can’t unlock it Love’s answer in this heart-shaped locket After running through the two I already felt for No, feel for, despite the unpleasant décor I now wonder if I would reject or Inject a feminine reflector Feeling lost, yeah call me a scalar No path, I know I’m not a vector In my internal galaxy I’m the inventor But even then you can’t choose whom is at your center Would I want a girl who was into fashion? Who could move with the trends; be the latest attraction? To hold her hand just to see the reaction Of those wishing they had a piece of the action Or do I want a girl who was able to ration- Rationalize between the person and the passion But would such a love be too ashen? None can pick what to take from an interaction Hold it, bold it, and mould it Fold it, struck and rolled it Tolled it, let go and sold it Behold it but never controlled it Who you will love, none could have foretold it So would I want a girl in favour of the sexual Opposed to one obsessed with the intellectual? Would I see one so purely conceptual As cold and emotionally ineffectual A girl like a disease that is lectual Love does possess a difference that’s aspectual Take it as a verb if the noun’s unefectual If you can’t resist is it still consentual? Well I think I want a girl who’s about nineteen Give or take a few years to stay in the green Not looking to go places she’s never been Or needing to see sights she’s never seen Who stays away from drugs, yeah keeps herself clean Rational yet romantic with the beauty of a queen Supportive, educated, and candidly keen And angelic wings as this is a dream Leave it, believe or deceive it Cleave it, grieve it, or weave it Relieve it, or try to up heave it Receive it and you might perceive it But with love, none can conceive it