{}LOVE{}

love is such a strong force,

so binding,

and however permissive,

it remains unyielding,

like the tree to the ax,

unimposing in its prepossession,

bound by the shadows below hopeful romantics,

idolized in the pureness of obscurity,

lost in idolatries,

recaptured in pensivities,

love asks for nothing,

and gives without obligation,

like the sun and the earth,

it holds without claim,

receives without possession,

controls but does not dominate,

experiences without identification,

wanders but never loses its way,

it is pure and ageless,

timeless are its virtues,

it is passion,

and pain the same,

beyond all words,

existing between intentions,

in our movement it becomes obscure,

in its stillness it becomes clear,

like the water of the pond,

it is serene.