To be so sure of what one means by ‘love’,
The depthless feelings and lessons unmatched
That Time has not described nor got hold of,
The heady heat of lust that in our hearts dispatched,
The calming comfort of being best known
And held in turmoil by accepting gaze,
To be possessed and not to be on loan
By another, complete and for all days,
Is foolish madness and arrogant pride.
Oh, to comprehend or depict in full
This eternal power, so high, so wide,
Would be to capture, to coerce and pull.
But in love’s seeming loss it is evolved
To godlike call where fear is all resolved.
Written on 9th January 2020.