Love is the Absolute Truth,
It must be Transcendental,
A Gift from the Greats
It is the Inexplicable Feeling of Home,
A single person or multiple people can Transmute such Energy
The Scurry of Dancers that Float inside of you,
The Raging smile that grows, not knowing why or how to stop it,
The glinting, the growing, the hunger,
Your skin glows,
and you finally become hopeful,
Love can be found in many people,
Walking homes I call them
My Friends,
What a Gift they are,
Most of my love emanates towards this,
Mistifying,
Engorging Peachful Love,
Love,
Is also the Killer,
The most Evil,
A gift that we can always ignore, some do,
Others close the shutters in their eyes,
Draw the curtains and live in fantasy,
Yet find themselves daydreaming about past lovers,
Or present,
The one thing that no one can replace, recover or reinvent,
Each interaction, each space of time forming a relationship between one and the other,
From aeroplanes to bus stops, to eye contact on the street,
Irreplaceable, inexplainable, unfathomable feeling,
How the bodies form homes,
Fitting so perfectly together,
How love arises, causes the body to morph,
Moans can be released in ecstasy,
Or can be vomited up in pain,
Children can be birthed,
Can be the result of death,
Love is Everything, Yet Nothing,
Love is Everything, and Everything,
The mere existence of Life is to Love,
If Not to Love,
Then why Live?