Love is neither a battle nor a conquest,
It is the ultimate request
Love is neither a question nor an answer,
it is the hollow space in the mystic’s chest
Love is neither the petal of the rose nor the thorn,
it is the single drop of oil from a thousand petals pressed
Love is neither circumstance nor romance,
in its naked tenderness it is always exquisitely dressed
Love is neither blind nor visionary,
in lovers’ eyes the North is South and East meets West

my heart gives rise to a million loves
drunk with love I am I am
drunk with love I am

come and grab this animal
until you break the chains
that tie you up
if you free your mind
and voice your love
then one day
you shall drink the sun
that lights you up

voices soft that break your heart
dreams are stuff that we’re made of
do you care for what’s no longer there
and have you forgotten how to share
these broken chords set me up
yet never mind this empty cup
for love is a freedom not a burden
its sweet to some and bitter to another
tender and **** to the taste
love's fragrance cannot be placed
neither a heavy weight nor cumbersome
without wicked grapes or holy grace

sweetly like the ocean surf
her heady waves
and belly button
curve along the
horizon
her eyes on
your chest
tenderly hold this sparkling
heart
and drench your soul
in beauty

love is not a burden
its a gift
that enters swift
into this place
that most forsake
so find me there
but do not stare
as I braid thy hair
into the sun
into the moon
and twice as fair
thy lips do break
my aging heart