Can a Fool Descibe Love

Can I describe Love? A path of the fool, Words expressing sensation, Shimmering spark of sun, diamonds on a pool, Red bird lifts head, water elations, Thoughts emerge from where? Whether image, pain, longing desire, Reality skirts away, with a wide tear, Smoky haze, warmth to the core, to rising fire, Wanting to cling on, but desire begins scorching, Need shoots up, a faithful geyser, doesn’t wait, Holding on, suddenly enchantment, is torching, Turning over, mind collapses into coma state, Why beautiful visions, succumb to empty thought, Power beyond adrenaline, assaults our senses, Prismatic needs challenge of mind sought, Then Multifaceted beauty, delusional images explode over my lenses, Love emerges, floating, seeping in like a cloud, Pain quickly gone, never was there, joy unrestraint, Smiling, loving, laughing aloud, Ecstasy holds this coma without lament, Rolling over in my rest, The cycle repeats all night, This two sided coin the unceasing test, Yet a colorful painted sky comforts with first light. I pray you’re real, I love you.