What Can Love Not Do Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

You were the first time
my will and imagination
were overwhelmed
I had lost that privilege
of simple nature;
the disassociation between love and pleasure.
pleasure had been complicated by love.
So I ask you, my heart
what can love not do?
If I were dead, and you called to me
I would answer.
I've imperturbably overcome
that seemingly insurmountable task,
yet seeing you, remains an impossibility.
Give me your breath
put your lips to my forehead
and tell me...
what can love not do...