We rushed headlong into lust
And fell slowly in love
Rushed on through virgin futures
Falling slowly into patterns
That rush of youth’s exuberance
Falling slowly to our tolerance
Speeding to our present
Slowly drifting from our past
Haste and chase with vigour
Soon slowly creep with rigour
Sprinting once with eagerness
Slowly settled now in comfort
Tho we dream of rushing once again
Slow fires of love we won’t replace
© Fergus Martin
2012
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