true love is hardly an illusion....


I have called your name, missing you
as if a limb were torn from my own body

I have lain entangled with you,
cried out  that our merging bodies were not enough

I have been driven mad,
by the limits placed on my own heart

for I do   LOVE....
and I do  UNDERSTAND
what LOVE is wanting here,

LOVE seeks only the perfection of  you and I
lives only in the purity of those essences,
The beauty of which, is unspeakably tender....

Its rapture is in the presence of unmindful innocence,
thoughtless in its ecstasy of KNOWING

Giving opportunity and chance after chance,
to discover the perfection of ITS vision...

Revealing the immortality of itself over and over again
and the POWER which it holds of transformation

Existing only in the realms of truth,
in whose temples I humbly desire to remain....

I  love your soul, as if it were my own..
.
I hold your presence in my heart,
and softly to enter into yours..