Strange word, love.
Which means so very much,
Blend of similar emotions.
Often born out of lust,
That short term burst,
Energy, focus, easy flow,
From delight to boredom.
At times I wonder the themes
Of those transitions from lust
To love. Where the dream passes
From self gratification to delight
In that other, the beloved’s joy
More glorious than sunlight.
Life giving, freeing, beyond
Emptiness. Perfection.
