What Is Love
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Of all emotions that twirl us around,
most arise owing to our delusion
that we’re mind-body, a belief unsound,
causing in consciousness, deep confusion,
till love’s enabled, by head-heart fusion.
Love may be platonic or sexual
but whatever it’s hue, consensual;
a melding of souls, employing no force,
renewal within is perpetual,
through shifting sands of time, taking it’s course.
Yet, what avail love, if it be fickle,
dependent upon reciprocation,
over time becoming a mere trickle,
requiring by touch, constant hydration,
offering not ultimate salvation?
Love divine, the fragrance of a flower,
an effervescence of a bliss shower
seeking no echo, it’s self-existent,
sublime caress tender, is it’s power,
persistent without being insistent.
31-July-2022
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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