Love
Written in many languages
Timeless
Intangable
Widely accepted
And yet…
Somehow
Undefinable
Unmanagable
By even the brightest
Of human minds.
Maybe
It’s by design.
Maybe
It’s
That we
Think too much
Decide
That what
Can’t physically be
seen
Felt, touched
Is somehow
Not divinely
Meant to be defined
Or maybe
We’re all just lazy.
Maybe
We use our
Human-ness
As an excuse
Proof
That
There are limits
To what we can offer.
I think sometimes
We prefer it that way.
We say things like:
‘I love you’
And not mean it
In the literal sense
Our loving
Is more often than not
Past tense
Passed nonsense
We
Passing tenses
Trying to make sense of something
That can
Not make sense
To closed minds
And boarded up hearts
Fast brewing bodies
And mouths that never close
No peace in our silence
Not knowing
Through our brooding
And pathetic licenses to kill
That love is there
The somewhere
In between the lines
Its not black
Or white
Or any spectrum of color in between
It’s not poetry or prose
It’s not literature
Nor is there a literal translation
To the words of God’s speak.
Even the ancient Greeks
Had no idea
How to say
‘Love just is.’
No matter how you try to express it
Creatively
The truth falls short
It all gets lost in translation
Mostly because nobody
Speaks God’s language anymore.
Closed up minds
Boarded up hearts
Fast brewing bodies
And mouths that never close
No peace in our silence
Not knowing
Through our brooding
And pathetic lisences to kill
That love is there
The somewhere
In between the lines
Its not black
Or white
Or any spectrum of color in between.
It’s not poetry or prose
It’s not literature
Nor is there a literal translation
To the words of God’s speak
Even the ancient Greeks
Had no idea
How to say
‘Love just is.’
Trying to try
To define
The undefinable
We
Continue to fall short
By putting the concept of love
In the same
Box
We’re
Stuck
In.
Maybe we’re all
Just
Lazy.
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