True love never waits 
for the opening of the gates; 
it rattles in its cage, 
spills its blood over scribbled pages 
and staining your sad prose, 
spreads like a rose. 
I misplaced my friends— 
hands were shaken, chapters ended. 
Call me what you will; 
I could have kept them all and still 
be stranded in this strange, 
terrible place. 
True love never waits 
for a verdict from the Fates; 
it shakes you to the bone, 
throws you on the street and gives you a home.