Stalking Reason

Love does not settle.
It pulses and flickers,
Migrating during seasons,
As if on feathered wings.

Love does not compromise.
It knows not of choice,
Giving favors to many,
As if a saint from within.

Love does not understand.
It fails to see reality,
Weaving feeling and impossibility,
As if a great story teller.

Love does not recede.
Love does not respect.
Love does not redeem.

Love is human.