what is love?
is it the gentle breeze,
upon the spring leaves
or is it the brute force
that moves your inert mountains.
what is love?
is it the milk of your mother's breast
that flows like nectar through child's throat
or is it the very flesh
upon which two soul feasts.
what is love?
is it the very compassion
that finds expression through words
or is it the love of
mother earth for her sentinent beings.
love is boundless
for the sweetness of flowers,
the sensation of your lovers' touch
the enigma of the very sun and moon.
what is love? that which is boundless that which is compassion........
