new love
is fragile
as it bakes.
you touch
it carefully
as it warms.
prodding it
with a
fork to see
if it's done.
if it's
ready
to actually
be called love
at all,
too soon
and it falls
apart, too
late
and it's burned
and thrown
away.
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