Love Isn’t Brain Surgery
Those who say love isn’t brain surgery are right.
Brain surgery is tic-tac-toe
compared to love.
Love’s unrepeatable operation is performed
without tools or time to wake up,
scrub up, wise up, or find a nurse.
Love’s procedure is carried out blindly.
It only works if something inside me
dies on the operating table.
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“It only works if something inside me dies on the operating table.” So true.
the choice of terza rima stanzas reminds me that the last line of The Divine Comedy is “Love is what moves the sun and the other stars”
That last line hit me right in the chest.
this is painful and beautiful. I really love it.
This is so well done – the last line packs soooooo much punch!