What is Love

Love.

What is it?

Is it heart rending… agonizing?

At times…. But not always

Love…

Is it painful, traumatic, and debilitating?

Indeed it can be… Sometimes…

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Sometimes, in the small hours

As wisps of shadows dance on the bed

Where your very essence, your reason extant

Centerpiece of your eternal soul

Once, but no more, lay beside you

On this once joyfully shared bed

Whereupon scent of her flowery perfume lingers

A pillow-case brushed, coated dreamily

Sautéed in wistful oils by her creamy, lucious skin…

This you still have

Olfactory ghosts to haunt your sleep…

Yet I love them

These haunts of yesterday

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Sometimes in the wee small hours

Tears of joy, tears of pain…, loss…, heartbreak

Spice the palette of your broken, overdone heart

With salty brine

A feast for those who enjoy their repast

Salted with regrets….

And yet…

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What is love?

Love is a joyous sharing

A mingling of soul..

A mingling of minds, hearts, bodies, desires

A sharing of dreams

Dreams of a future unending

Spent walking hand in hand with this radiant

Shimmeringly beauteous being

From a realm beyond mortal

Daydreams of a future lost in shared ecstasy

Lost within each other

Sharing every thought, every whim, every wish

With the one who truly completes you

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Love is all

Love is the final completing touch

Placed tenderly

By Aphrodite’s chef extraordinaire

It is the topping on a wedding cake

It is tenderly brushing

Back an errant lock of escaped wind blown hair

It is lightly stroking her cheek

Grazing perfection far beyond

Any masterpiece of art

Hung in the Louvre

Or painted on the Cistine Chapel

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Love is breathing in the wonder

Of life itself

Every time you hear that voice

Every time you see that face

Knowing you would rather die

Die a horrific, agonized death

Than live without her for a single day

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Love is an ending

Ending of solitary confinement

End of searching for fulfillment

Escape from the prison of

Our lonely, human condition

The final scene of all that came before

Curtain raised on a new, wondrous journey

As our solo tragic drama

Sets scene for a joyous new story

A duet puppeteered by cosmic forces

As Act II begins

Wherein two lost, forlorn seekers

Stumble into a calm oasis

Ablaze with new morning light

Chorus of whippoorwills

Accompanied by sparrows, chickadees, cicadas

Watched from above by creatures

Creatures great and small

Watch from hidden crawl spaces

Watch with baited breath

Hoping against hope to bear witness

Witness to perfection aborning

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What is love?

Love is joy

Love is pain

Love is sorrow

Love is ecstasy

Reason

Insanity

Love is ….Creation ….

And final Dissolution

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Love is…

ALL

Alfred Tennyson said it perhaps best….

Better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all

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Now please excuse me

My lost love I seek

Once more to be complete…

After each act…

An end

After each end a beginning

Farewell.