Is Love Not Timeless

"Beating bulls blazing your mind." Is one sentence affective, perhaps, To describe you of late. Pouncing around the Kitchen "I am not good enough! I am not good enough!". A positioned me waiting in the corner Witnessing a manifestation of wailing and weeping Which resembles us both. Making me the knight unable to Control your Trojan horse. Wheeping. Wailing. A helpless presence about as useful as the furniture. Immovable. Dear Lady: You will spend years fighting a war Between the left and right side of your mind. One proving to be correct in everything the opposite states. As mistakable as those who charge in Battles gripping the same cross but having read Different bibles. A war based on subjective opinions. A war where everyone is right without the Exception of peace. Have you ever listened with those pretty ears That have grown inward? In the past did they hear me screaming "You are good enough! You are good enough!". Is it not on love's interest to steer away From one's self to sail ships and Harbour in my heart? To port in my good opinion? Or are you love? If so, why is it not protecting you? When did your mind become your mother? Shouting at me: "You are not good enough! You are not good enough!". When did love become an absence In a world where time never stops? Is love not timeless?