Love

Keeps me up at night;

Heightens every unconditioned feeling.

Love

Patterns nothing but the

Pulsating rhythm of my inner, unspoken speech.

Love

Does not catch fire, but engulfs;

Is pure without innocence.

Love

Clears the majesties of our

Forgotten heroes and creates new ones.

Love

Is not conducive to a stable atmosphere.

Love

Is barely there,

And yet CLIMBS the tangible, like an intangible thing personified!

Love

Is a quick embrace.

Love

Is a fool’s trade,

But only fades with the onset of physical deterioration.