I don’t know about you, but the biggest mystery in the universe for me, is love.
It is the most desired, least understood human condition there is. Following is a poem I wrote about it when I was in a somewhat pensive mood. I hope you enjoy.
Live well,
Ollie Lind
Love
What is Love? I hear them say
as if someone has the clue.
I know no one who knows the way
we fall in love, not me, not you.
Is love what sends your senses reeling
as you seek to find the reason
for not knowing floor from ceiling,
could the reason be the season?
This delicious never knowing
if you’re coming or you’re going
Heaven, Hell, we’ve all been there
for the sake of lady fair.
Can love be explained by reason
as we seek truth and fact
to explain the mating season
and the foolish way we act?
Is love where kindred spirits shine
immortal glow as they enshrine
sensibilities so rare
They are as one, but not a pair?
Is love simply physical attraction
demanding a physical interaction?
Are we not more than skin and bones
driven on by our hormones?
Perhaps love is an idea
to relieve us of the fear
that animals we all may be
without a sense of destiny.
I don’t believe that love is just
something physical, carnal lust,
nor simply an idea
it’s hard to be very clear
But love, if judgment serves me right
is being close in dark of night
and giving to a special other
of yourself, as we discover
the secrets of you and me
in one complete harmony.
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