Art Of Love Poem by Maria Sudibyo

It’s joyful, it’s confusing
It saves, it hurts
It’s yearned, it completes
Everybody feels a part of love

An abstract thing, a ridiculous effect
A dangerous factor, the best aspect
A strange power, a simple reason
Everybody tries to describe love

Chemical pheromone or biological instinct
Physical attraction or inner beauty
Motherly affection or human compassion
Everybody tries to analyze love

Whether platonic, whether passionate
Whether forbidden, whether innocent
Whether possessive, whether unconditional
Everybody tries to classify love

Serenade song, cheesy poetry
Romance story, sweet memory
Signal lesson, magnificent proof
Everybody tries to talk about love

For money, for life
For peace, for strength
For momentary lust, for eternal happiness
Everybody needs the touch of love

At first sight or slow rate
Whether forced, whether willingly involved
At destiny time or playing around
Everybody tries to find love

With logic, with magic
With marriage, with denial
With protection, with manipulation
Everybody tries to control love

By the look, by the act
By the present, by the attention
By seduction, by sincerity
Everybody tries to gain love

Being a martyr, being an admirer
Being a friend, being an affair
Being a partner, being an enemy
Everybody tries to show love

Whether young, whether experienced
Whether dreamer, whether apathy
Whether mutual, whether unrequited
Nobody can ever escape from love