Unto Thee

Love is no calculation.


Simplicity lies not in the intertwined strands of DNA,
The workings of a locomotive,
Or a complex function’s derivative.
Love too knows no such realm.
It lies in the beauty surrounding us.
Waiting to be seen.
Urging.
Pleading.
Do not bar emotion.


No-one is exempt.
Inside us all there lives the key.
It responds to one.
Twisting.
Revealing.
Is it there?
Let it turn.


It has the bite of a lion,
The sting of a serpent,
As shocking as a cool blast on a warm summer’s eve.
Yet it stays.
Clinging.
Holding.
Refusing to leave.
For once it is unleashed, the monster that is love will accept no compromise.


But allow it to be
And give it strength.
Stoke the emotion.
It is a power like none other.
Compelling.
Uniting.
Bonds stronger than those binding atoms-
Yet atoms too make way for it’s passage.


How can such simplicity be so great?
It is the dew on the morning grass.
Fallen snow on a glistening winter’s morn.
It will live.
It will outlive.
It is the master,
But let it work for us.
Feeling.
Loving.


So simple.

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