Love Opens
To love and to be loved is an ecstasy no word can describe
For it is both a scarring pain and a balm of tranquility
Can a picture capture the image?
Can the baby tell you what birth is like?
Or who can convey what happens when we die?
Love is an experience
The essence of what love is, does the painter possess the colors?
It is a scent unknown to this world
Even if I fastidiously described love
The idea would spoil in your mind
It would evade your understanding as darkness runs from light
You must reach a certain altitude in your soul
Before you can even begin, to fathom, yeah, to think, about its height
“And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.”
