Whirlwind Of Love Poem by Jacson Gelato

Who are you?
I am the whirlwind
which stirs on this earth,
my eyes keep watching
for solitude and calm,
I see love and freedom
walking parallel to life,
as teenagers romance
everywhere, anytime
without any restrictions.
I see rules standing on the sidewalk
while reality gets entangled
in the firework of admittance
as lovers seek compatibility
in each other's harmony;
while mothers and fathers
grant liberty silently
to their grown-up children
to live independently.
They as parents themselves
have to re-build their lives
re-structure their minds,
their strength,
when sons and daughters leave home
in search of prospects and posterity.
And, as age permits youth
to sing and dance, drink and dream
suddenly manhood, womanhood appears
and changes the color of their illusions.
No stealer of hearts
no thieves of money
no robbers of propositions
in that game of love;
so, none condemned, none punished
as lovers willingly offer compliance
and reciprocation of feelings
in anticipation of companionship
and continuity of togetherness.
Love, a relationship, an union
that rolls minds, hearts
thro' the marketplaces of compatibility
as one bargains with another
for wishful thinking to be realities.
I am the whirlwind watching
life raving, love accelerating,
until finally, in the anti-climax of time,
old age dis-integrates
men and his accomplishments
into a box of dust.
In that short span of life
spent on earth, none realize
the whirlwind is their own heart
which is impulsive, meteoric
in its velocity, its intensity,
it travels thro' fears and tears
thro' mysteries and redemption
to connect to another heart
with all its fury, with all its desire,
spinning and swirling vertically
to reach to the centre of passion
and in that landfall of time
it reaps thro' the devastation
his own heart has created
by that whirlwind called love.