They asked me to describe This feeling That dominates my very soul But you see It's kind of- Sort of- It's like the heat waves of- Some eternal flame A dove- That flies just in front of the sun It's like a slipping rope That makes you take hold of- Everything and nothing It seems to be void of- Deprived of- Bereft of- Logic Reality Sensibility But like the stars above- It can chart your course Into unknown terrains And even as I speak I fall short of- This abstruse feeling Called love