L.O.V.E.

L.O.V.E.

It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.

It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.

It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.

It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.

It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.

It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.

It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.

It is...
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
Tears of pain and pleasure are promised to pour.
That is just the way these things are meant to go.


Kela Lewis-Morin.