love is a mosaic,
a mosaic full of intricate edges,
edges which can cut deep into fragility,
or mould you into a sorcerer,
love is a magician,
a trance between two irises,
a whole galaxy transforming inside you,
who you thought you were is a lie,
and what you will become will manifest,
love is a liar,
spits at you in the face,
by those who deceived you,
the ones that you expect to love cannot,
those who give love, give with rules and expectations,
and those who you really loved, have left
love is a state of madness,
a state of fantasy, of disillusion,
cannot rationalise why you feel the way you feel,
but the spirit wants, what the spirit wants,
so you do things not from your brain but your body,
your limbs start controlling you,
your heart takes over,
you are now rider, not the designated driver,
love can flood you,
emotions, leave you feeling like you are glowing from your inside,
every organ, a shining orchestra,
lungs breathe, as if harp was being played,
symphonies riddle your body,
conjoined to blood,
so you sing and dance effortlessly,
love is freedom,
freedom of self, of wealth,
of all you know,
a inner eye to your insides,
you learn what you have never seen about yourself,
within the walls of your self,
you let your spirit dance with his,
you let the heart be held between palms of hands,
you set yourself free, when you love,
to love is to be free,
and to be free is to love,
freely,
in love,