Love is the mind’s doing – and not the eyes' - <br />and so they say, <br />the mind tricks, illuminating a pony <br />to a celestial creature <br /> <br />Love is the essence of human life <br />and so we are told – <br />but isn’t it a malign satisfaction to possess, conquering <br />the hollow image of reality? <br /> <br />Love is tasting caramel in a bowl of gourds – doesn’t make sense <br />Love is humming a lullaby in faltering staccato – you can hardly sleep <br />Love is seeing the fiery moonlight in eclipse – phenomenal <br /> <br />Love is, <br />Depending what you choose to remember <br /> <br />For love is, <br />Love<br /><br />Saskia Harjono<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-143/
