Written for imaginary garden with real toads' The Legacies of Nimoy & Pratchett prompt. Both men passed away recently. Our challenge was to use one of their quotes as inspiration for a poem. As a huge fan of Mr. Spock, this one was a no-brainer for me.
I took Nimoy's quote above as an insightful observation on unconditional love and then meditated on the nature of all love in general, and specifically, romantic love, the risks, the inevitable outcomes, wondering if it's ultimately worth the trouble, etc...
My depression blocked me yesterday, so it's always fun to rebound the next daywith an idea that seems to just fall out of my head.