Look how the flow of your passions,
Not all I need to mention.
All they are covered with is shadow;
How do you imagine to love this fellow?

Love sees the unimaginable.
Love is beyond that preamble,
"I love you"
The action of the above is interpreted by few.

With love, there's no blockade
Neither does the feeling fade
Love breaks the invincible
Wipe the flaws and make the defects acceptable.

This disposition is filthy, tattered, and dark
"Why chose to live stark
Of your hatred,
When it can be amended like with needle and thread"

Love is aesthetic.
Culture is not enough to go into dimensions to make it artistic
If love is to be blind,
It is blinded to see the expressions of a dirty mind.

Love is sacrificial
But for many.
Any love defined to be one's self
Is temporal and artificial.





© Charisma Poetics