This feeling Seeming so novice to me And yet not truly, noticing the triggered nostalgia I haven’t felt this in some time The list of telltale signs I remember As distinctly as one recognizes wine Harvested from fine red vines Oh so succulently divine mind starts to race with intel gathered by the eyes already plotting a million ways to make you mine
But how could “Love”… a word so heavy in weight A word heavy enough to scare the boldest warrior straight An emotion experience had brought me to hate Be the one powerful enough to recreate? Who could relate?
but now Wisdom sits clearly before me and screams “Letting go of love? No no no! Don’t you see son of Adam? love is the lifeboat The foam that displaces the perpetual sea of mediocrity And keeps you all afloat your heads above water and hearts above the clouds”
I see now friend My approach had been so terribly fowl Hunting for love as a hunter on the prowl Charging at her with a gun and a growl And eventually leaving disappointed Much like Elmer Fudd with the heavy scowl
I see now friend Art is such divine beauty And I see that Love itself is art in it's purest form Because art isn't about survival But rather transcendence Rising above and being more
So yes Let the telltale signs lead me Let the vines tugging at my heart pull on For no longer will I hide from love No longer will I cower away a subservient slave from a cruel and painful master
I tread forward with hands in outstretched fashion eager to hold and embrace passion Eager to take while giving back in expansion Eager to share my life in a squalor or a mansion Eager to teach and never to sanction Eager to engage in all the same actions Eager to easily transcend attraction To the point where my “other half” isn’t just another fraction
Eager to forego all other distractions Because only in you can i find true satisfaction Treading forward; carefully but surely... Eager to see my head above water And my heart, far above the clouds