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