What is love,
how can an emotion be understood?
how can it be put into words?
how can it have so many flavours, nuances, curvy turns?
how can it have a goal, an expectation attached?
It just is, is, and is...
A deep ocean, no bottom, no border,
that floods everything
within me, but calls out
to go beyond my limits
and merge with you
so that everything becomes one
and understanding no longer exists,
because there's nothing to understand...
just to experience, to be.
What is love,
how can it be contained,
when it feeds on itself
and grows ever larger,
and if it hears a mere
echo bouncing back,
reverberates louder rather than fainter
with each echo.
It overspills any container
to flood the surroundings
and like all floods
washes away the accumulated unnecessary
leaving behind fertile ground
for an explosion of new life
and blossoming flowers.
What is love,
but a bringing together of two souls,
so that the loneliness recedes,
but as long as there's love,
loneliness too will be, for the two remain two,
only when love climaxes in
complete merging
loneliness is beat.
What is love,
but a fire that consumes,
from within,
once everything is burned,
just devotion will remain,
pure and simple,
everything.
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