The Perseverance of Writing

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The scritch-scratch of his pen
as he wonders what to say next
to capture love on lasting ink
drives the thought out the door.
Tries too hard, shady thieves
                 under his eyes steal sleep;
      considers caffeine to stay
the hands of good-intentioned knights.
          He doodles caricatures of fast-food
burgers and milkshakes, accessory to good
moments he recalls with the lovely girl.
But what he tries to capture - the essence -
                        he can't seem to do.
               It's the same old sort of tune
so why does he try so hard?
Watch as he writes, then crumples,
then sends half-shapen thoughts away.
                  He won't let up, day after day.
Love, is it? Or madness?
                                    All reason seems lost.
But for her, the price for it all
                      is not so tall
                        that he cannot pay it.
                    Oh! He's finished!
               No more sleep stolen,
no thought from the eaves broken,
nothing but sweet desire
                    and delicious accomplishment.
Ah love.
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The word was "milkshake". Can't match up to the one written in Before Sunrise, but then again, that probably wasn't the point!

Cheers!

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