I speak for romantic love like I speak for democracy.
The woman who sees her husband for the first time when her veil moves at the wedding may learn to love him but there is something totalitarian there. Something unadult.
As the human brain is beyond the amoeba, as the ballot is beyond the dictate, Romantic love is beyond arrangement.
It is revolutionary, as America is. It is the full flower of liberty opening of its own, all voluntary, hands freely raised
Because I, I will and I must and I stand responsible for this great act. This wild frontier adventure. Where I choose. Where there is not master and slave and buyer and bought. Where both are created equal and equally invest and equally commit and pledge allegiance to each other.
Loving by consent of the lovers.
Yes, it is individual and inconvenient. Yes, it is messy and experimental. And dangerous and may occasionally counter the common good.
But I salute the flag of lovers.
There is no going back.
The blessed, the free, set foot on this land. Choice above all other lands. Kiss the soil/and delirious, reckless Dare the most magnificent pursuit of happiness
*Posted by CaitieAnjel
This is written by a poet that my mother has been reading to me since I was a very little girl. My mom has a collection of all of this poets' books and I was reading through them the other day while it was pouring rain outside and I came across this. I wish I would've found it closer to the 4th of July, because of the tones of patriotism it contains. But alas, I found it now. I hope that some of you are as touched and as impressed by this as I am.
The genius poet's name is: *.*.*.*.*Carol Lynn Pearson*.*.*.*.*.* You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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