And Plato speaks so loud as to grasp the attention of the crowded room and begins to call attention to the meaning of the word,

love
so simple
the spelling of four letters
that flow so smoothly off the lips
soon to be cursed with the touch
the kiss
that numbs the being
of the half
that i am
and i question who it is i am when i am
with you
the pursuit of wholeness
Plato speaks to me
"he whom loves touches not walks in darkness"
for i think i see the light there in the eye
of you
the beholder
and so deep within i look
to see fire
only to watch trees burning all around me
as nature falls
i fall more in love with you
...so i think that i am...
that i can clearly see
a tree still stands there amidst the garden
where two lovers sit and speak of fascinations
machinations of the creature there does taint the taste..the lust..
for eros whispers in my ear to trust the words that Plato speaks to me
cheers to the lovers!
but what about the lost?
lost in love
for the subconscious
does not speak so loudly
to proclaim
the deepened truths
of love
what is
the meaning? The philosopher's tongue
a language
that makes us lose our very minds
because one half of the brain can not function without the other
like the heart does beat..one sound..and the other
in perfect harmony
together in symphony
the sound
where one can not be complete without the other
for love without the other is simply more than just a verb

and Plato raises his glass
for a toast..to
“Love
is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature."