We Love

We love, we break, we shout, we whisper.
So many acts we all commit.
But it is only when I kiss her,
My love turns true, not counterfeit.

The things I feel for those around me
Pale in significance, compared.
With her, I run, I fly, I live free.
My love continuously declared.

Yes, love, repeated thrice already,
It conquers, even if clichéd.
We risk it all, become unsteady.
Yet we cannot the truth evade.

I sit here, quietly explaining
To my own self, I may be mad.
And I could even be exclaiming
That I am foolish, empty, sad.

Despite it all, I keep on going.
Not letting them stand in my way.
It is her love, eternal, knowing,
That shows me I am here to stay.

Glorify

Let me glorify the mystery of you,
Every time a key allows me past the lock.
When I met you, instantly I knew,
This was not by chance, not random luck.

The electric shock your hand blazed through to mine
Turned out to be salvation, pure and simple.
This touch stopped the concept of my time.
This gesture stayed a mighty symbol.

Your eyes set mine on fire, left me blinded.
Though, mercifully, you let me live and breathe.
The fire burned, and love ignited
Through my heart, above, and underneath.

The story only then began to unfold.
Ahead of us were highs and lows abundant.
The fire blazed, never to get old.
For love to reign supreme, triumphant.

Though this fire seemed obvious, transparent,
Mystery was not underestimated.
That blindness – actually a merit.
Small discoveries – celebrated.

Love Sick

Where have you gone, my love?
I cannot see or hear you near.
You are so very far.
Can we get back from this? From here?

We used to breathe each other in,
Inhaling every look and smile.
And is it now hiding within?
Or has it left us for a while?

“It” being love, exhilaration,
An all-consuming lust and passion.
For others, there was no temptation.
It was reality, not fashion.

I mean, it “is,” not “was,” but “is.”
It is my life, my love, my glory.
I want it here and I want this
To be my only life-long story.

How do I get you back, my dearest?
Where and how far can I now go?
I will search wide and also nearest.
We will feel love once again flow.

Same

Attraction to another you…
Doesn’t it seem so simple and
Self-explanatory?

Then why do all the self-righteous
Send so much of their energy trying
To convince others that it is
Unnatural?

Ours is the age of reason,
An age of hopeful change.
Or is it the age of changing hope?
Where are we all headed?

Perhaps there is an overwhelming
Acceptance that is in store.
Yet it is possible that all we’re getting
Is the chilly “tolerance.”
We have yet to see.

But isn’t it idiotic to fight
Over a notion that is entirely
Easy to understand, as if
Putting two and two together?

Women

The wise ones do not believe
That they have answers to all questions.
The happy ones have not achieved
Their joy by trying to be perfect.

Women live, they move on,
They persevere in a storm.
They are remarkable and true
To their nature.

The greatest disappointment
To their Creator is when they
Shamelessly fight each other.
What a waste of time.

Women can resist their
Occasionally clashing tendencies,
Which means that, when united,
They can conquer the world.

The wise ones do not hate their
Opposites.
The happy ones learn to work
Together.

Each one is unique.
Each one has her story.