Love has it’s solution in its insolubility!
Only a fool tries to solve its enigma.
If the veil is lifted then,
All is left is a skeleton of a prehistoric animal.
Love is that old, dusty, dead skeleton,
That keeps life spinning.
I love the love;
It throws me in the gutters,
Then lifts me to the heavens.
It burns and then,
It throws a bucket full of cold water in a winter night.
It fills everything,
And then flies away!
Leaving only a love shaped hole behind.
Then it bites!
It gives nightmares full of roses!
The thorns tear everything apart,
Yet only wanted thing is those blood red roses!
The lover is a dead man!
He is a cadaver with no hope for salvation!
He lives in hell dreaming of more fire!
Love is insane!
It leaves you with nothing!
Every nothingness is a nothingness of something!
Love gives everything!
And then there is nothing to live for!
Love does many things;
But, It never loves back!