Ode to Love---a Poem
Is its magic potion mixed in heavenly heights,
or in volcanic crater of groin so happily insane?
Too sweet not to hurt from those very first sights
with each orgasmic face expressing joy and pain.
That colorful glow emanating out of soul,
illuminating whole world with its fireworks and craze,
that feeling so able to blind and to cajole
making us surrender to its endless maze.
A sweet poison to mind and its every sound reason
hidden secret of wars, of ambitions, and fame,
sometimes inspiration for pretense and even treason,
well, who needs hate, if love can ignite the same.
Source of every beauty, sonnet, and ballet finesse
it's been a cause of being born, and a cause of a wish to die,
every poet's enigma so hard to express,
spurring us to laugh, and more often to cry.
All moonlights, and roses, and wine combined
can't spell the true name of that emotion
it's beyond any word, any thought, any mind
just familiar to those who have known that devotion.
A true measure of life without which we are slowly dying
but instantly resurrected at that first certain glance,
just one promising smile that leaves us sighing
like a raindrop on a desert soil in its joyful dance.
Love, and nothing but...