Love Is

Some say that Love's imagination -- no medic can plot and find; like science disproves a soul, better ice cream in a solid bowl -- some say love's a mere occupation -- Bread and Butter of the poet; the bard and musician like snow-balls scoop-up, compress and throw it~ stick to the wall a vinyl or perhaps book; my priest claims highest spiritual veneration, after earth relocation -- pass the plate, before it's too late...cheaper now than after-hours' rate... seems to preoccupy a world of real time and space... that which man can only psychically place and trace --