Blossoms of the Midday

The journey of one thousand miles, Now beginning with a single leap How many times should I persuade myself? To shelve my worry, trim my furry And just allow love? What`s love other than being self-insufficient? Other than reminiscing on how empty One can be. What`s love other than burning to be proficient? Other than looking back at unbroken hefty Stories that can’t be. What`s love if you won’t find a mirror, To look and behold your other self Getting better and complete with the twilight That scintillates from your other self? What`s love if you don’t regret falling into one, And getting your stand in a foreign kingdom, Whose jurisdiction you’re to merge and be one, And to her gaiety waft away boredom? What`s love if you know you’ve met the real her, That you dream atop clouds and heaven That you see angel in her, goddess at par That finally you can rest and in true love gladden How will you talk about love, Unless you’re ready to love?