I tell you Love doesn't exist;
That it is nothing more than a myth...
I tell you nothing is worth the pain I feel;
That I am better off without it...
I tell you solitude is my refuge;
That I can live my life in solace...
But then you lean down to kiss me;
And I suddenly forget what I had said.
Deana Rode
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2004-giving-in/
