What Love Is
A formless truth,
That leaves us hopeless yet moves mountains,
An invisible fuel,
Burning brighter than any star in the heavens.
A senseless view,
Igniting every senses of our being,
Ancient yet new,
Unteachable but understood in feeling.
There is no more or less,
It is only constant,
No maybes or second guesses,
Perpetual in its motion.
There is no gold nor silver,
Immaterial is its essence,
No doubt, no fear,
Immortally transcendence.
10/10/16
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