My heart never knew true love Only hints of that fairy fantasy Particles of hope possessed of love’s fury The temple, frantic with romantic panic The vestal ****** exploding with desire To feel love inside, growing Like a white night Like a dark light Like the bitter side Of sugar Always forces opposing Always people nosing Philosophers of all times And poets trying to define But it is not universal It is elusive and abstract from one to another it means different thing To Shakespeare It was impulsive Violent, destructive To some it is a savior Vivid and constructive The livid and insipid made to decline To think with an open mind And merely pass in time But I have never known your love And you will never know mine