Pensive Flare

Love is enchanting; and so esoteric; and we perish love; and

We cherish hope; and such a smile—to capture life; and

Such sorrow—to fail love. If only love—a grackle soft—a

Jinni wish—a winter warm; and only then—a perfect love;

And only then—a perfect risk; but what is love—a venture

Grey—a promise blue—a flaming sleigh; and love to voice—

A glass of wine—a gentle soul—a scope divine. [Pause]

Love is demanding; and such illusion; and we nurture love;

And filter grief; and such a face—the sky of dreams; and

Such the pain—to falter love. If only love—the song of

Verse—to cuddle love—a summer cold; but love is taupe—

A struggle fair—a subtle war—to reign the chair; and

Perfect love—a rhythm rare: a need to plead—the spoken

Air. In truth, the love—a pensive flare.