love is mysterious and devine
love is beyond the capitulation of our time
love can be felt in every nerve, cell, and spine
love is cerebral that knows no bounds
love serenades the hearts and the minds
love in it's purest form is desirous
love is a passion of passion
love is all there is to be
love has been in every song, romance, and dance
love simmers in every composing prance
ironies and paradox take hold of love in real time
as love strolls and folds in life's living thickets
love becomes a stuffy scroll,
a commodity,
a trading entity
love loses it's divinity
as it embeds in cultural turbine
love can be free, mysterious, and devine
like a meandering mountain stream
clearing and shining every rocks and pebbles
entering deep in it's terrain
emerging like a spring
fresh, cool, and sublime
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