Demarcus Walker

(7/29/92 / Texas)

What is Love?


WHAT IS LOVE?
FOR THE HEART: IT MAY BE 'A TWINGE OF A TWANG'
'A CLING OR A CLANG'
A STAB OR A THROB'

FOR THE SELF: IT MAY BE 'A PSYCHOLOGICAL MOOD
OR A SPIRITUA L FOOD'
'A SUDDEN FEVER THAT TAKES OVER
OR AN SOS SIGNAL THAT THE EGO MIGHT DISAPPEAR'

FOR THE EXISTENCE: IT MAY BE ' A WOUND IN BEING'S HEART
FROM WHICH YOU NEVER RECOVER
OR THE NATURE'S MYSTERIOUS WAY
FOR TWO BEINGS TO BEGIN TO DISCOVER'

FOR THE LOVERS: IT MAY BE
'WHERE THE MYSTERY OF THEIR BEING IS HIDDEN
OR THE SAVORING OF AN ECSTATIC EXPERIENCE
WHICH IS NO MORE FORBIDDEN'

FOR THE LIFE: IT MAY BE
'A UNISON OF TWO SOULS WHO WILL BE EQUAL PARTNERS
IN LIFE'S SORROWS, JOYS AND FIGHTS
OR A REMINDER NOT TO GET ATTACHED TO ANYTHING MATERIAL
WHILE TAKING IN EVERYONE OF WORLD'S DELIGHTS'

Submitted: Thursday, April 23, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, June 03, 2009

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