Lesser mind

If love gave wings, I would fly away
not with but far from you
and redefine its perception

If love was mature, I would not be wishing
for its symmetry beyond this reality
or constantly dismantling my confusion

If love were all, I would be
living under and digging further
six feet closer to my surrender

But love failed and you fell
deeper than me, yet both rose
in a paradoxical lesson, that of life.