To Be Burdened With Love Poem by Erwin Maramat

To understand love you

must do without your eyes,

so your heart may measure it with its scale.

To relish its sweetness,

your mind must paint

a living portrait of a honeysuckle

and inebriate yourself with its fragrance and indulge yourself with its nectar,

in doing so, you may burden

your lips with its name,

with an oath never to

get weary of its weight.

To know what it means to love,

you must without question be open to the idea

that there is no guarantee of an after life,

so when you love without inhibition;

when you do with little to spare for yourself,

when you throw in what little hours you have here on earth,

then you have an idea

that love doesn't come with a disclaimer

written in fine print.

—Erwin D Maramat