I have seen the image of your grace,
In the limpid pools of my imagination,
Where Love lives without a face,
An abstraction, a sensation,
An ideal, a fascination.
Long have tried to identify,
This of All, strongest emotions,
Difficult to quantify,
To describe, abstract devotions.
Love, is more than just affection,
Secret life, all of its own,
Thru love we attain perfection,
Sometimes even lose our soul,
Blending into one another,
Heart to heart and soul to soul,
In this world of imperfection,
Never more being alone,
To attain life's sole perfection,
Love is all you have to own.
But can one truly 'own' love'? There are those who are owned BY it, especially in its most commonly alluded to romantic expression.
You're asking me things, I cannot answer, However, Unrequited love, can lead to disaster.
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How true! If you don't have love, or can't feel love, then what is anything else your have worth?