Love Is

 

Love is the colliding destiny of

Two riven ecstasies in

Joyful abandonment of

Reason, hope and expectation

Beyond sublimest dream’s

Ability to dream

 

I know it is, I know it must be

Know it only can be so

Know the unreasoned reason

Rules sense’s sensibilities

It isn’t night, it isn’t day

Ask if love fashions any other way

 

This pain the heart inflicts

Upon itself, without a thought

Without a lowly backward glance

May be borne or may be slighted

Accept it or deny it, but

 

Reason has no place to speak