Love's Nature Poem by Ique martin

A nebulous continuum, the continuity
Of emotion, floatin like a space time conundrum
The motion of the ocean, like the 4th dimension
Aversion, conversion, immersion in affection
What’s the connection like confection sugar
Ya mind’s the trigger, no matter what ya figure
Lackin definite form or limits
There for a minute, an eternity or gone neva returnin
The veracity, audacity, which is vague in concept
Bein adept, Love is what ya givin up in hopes of gettin
Fittin in, inundated by this feelin
Profoundly tender like surrender or mad wit thunder
Makin ya wonder bout passion n affection
N the direction it can take ya
Upfront n personal, warm n fuzzy or
A cold dish relished, replenished or diminished
Attached or detached, desire, passion
Sexual fire, intercourse, face to face, a conversation copulatin
Physical integration, mental n spiritual relations
Just sensations, love me up, kissin n huggin
Cuddlin, fumblin, muddlin thru stumblin
Into tenderness instead of a briar bush like
The thorns of a single rose of love, the fondness, the predilection n warmth
Like the milk of human kindness
Helpin a stranger, feedin the hungry
A victim to all of us, who knows what grows in us
Goes thru us, is it love n trust or a hatred n disgust
What will it cost us, devotion breed commotion
In love’s potion, a passion for fashion
Holdin hands askin, takin if ya playin
A roadside disaster if ya waitin for confirmation
The nature of love is anybody’s guest
Has so many faces, phases, like the wages of sin
Foe or friend, for a moment til the end
Will ya bend or be rend, torn apart in a din
On a mission for satisfaction, lookin for action
Under the caption, this is what love is about
The blind leadin the fine, those inclined to define love as selfish
Bein devilish, like gettin a welfare check
Renegin on emotion, bein greedy n floatin emotin
Flowin wit deception, lookin for a connection
A confession after a loose liaison
Lead by a hard on, conversation
What ya got on, misdirected, conceited, entrapped
By a feelin or perception, the nature of love
Is what ya feelin n how ya dealin
After peelin away ya reservations, naked
Mentally, physically, spiritually, metaphorically
Here I am, are we fam connected, integrated
Or am I to be percolated, segregated, separated
From love, stuck in the push n shove
Tryin to entertain, frame, name, participate in the Game
Played, called Love, the result of emotion
Like a universal promotion more or less
How are ya dressin, progressin in, reachin for the nature of Love
It can be none or all of the above, that’s Love’s nomenclature.