An ode to love
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005Love is such a complicated thing.
It says it does, but it doesn’t.
It says it will, but it won’t.
It says it can, but you know damn well that it cannot.
So what’s the fuss?
Why the improper and unnecessary
sacrifices?
Why the untrue and unlasting
promises?
For it is at the very deepest heart’s soul,
that a true love emerges.
It never shows itself,
but it generates endlessly, and unfearfully.
If only the opposite can remain
still,
and listen to the unhearable
senses,
then it shall be overwhelmed,
by the drunkenness of eternal
satisfaction.
JK
