Propinquity
by sloanranger
A prince of a word, the first time I heard
it spoken was by Jane Wyman.
In a film best forgot, she explained it was not
chemistry, but being beside one.
She put forth a theory though not very clear - we
love that which does surround us.
More habit than love, not sent from above,
familiarity's what does astound us.
No need to go to exotic extremes -
true love's on hand for all it would seem.
Just lay your eyes on the first thing you see,
stick around a while and true love will be.
