Is love a mere thought?
Where do you feel it? Where is it fraught?
Is there a creation in blood and genes?
Is it more than a quantitude of imagination breaking all seams?
We may be vulnerable to fancy, fetish and infatuation
And there is a craving beyond imagination
But have you discerned between companion and soulmate?
Would you just be resigned to a cruel fate?
Can love only be what you make of it?
Does it fit in all your wits?
I can tell you I have never been in a conundrum
I rejected liaisons for the truth of unmanifested love; never thinking it humdrum
I am avowed to say sex is not apex
Yes, innocence in youth can make it a soul-enervating vex
Animals know a season and reason for it
Man never understands it, even a bit
Ancient tales need to be rewrit
I can be seemingly blind, but a braille in my soul
reads out the names of those that deserve my soul’s, though unexpressed, call
I only fall silent because of the treachery and deception
The seeming maverick never overtly displays his magic!
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