Untethered Love

Love is not love
if not found in the wilted flowers,
If it doesn’t shimmer in the
mirage of the scorching desert.

Love is not merely a many-splendored thing,
It’s also the dismal dusk
at the onset of a dreary night.

It transcends the beauty
and the blight alike,
It reaches beyond
the earthly and mortal bounds, and
dwells in the realms of the heavens
and the spiritual sphere.

If you find true love
you have found immortality,
If you haven’t loved
you are a lost soul.

Love is the height of Euphoria
and the depth of despair,
the ferocity of the flowing lava
and is exquisite as gossamer.

Love is…
Knowing the existence of the unknown
Seeing the presence of the unseen
Feeling the affinity of the unfelt.