Indecisive, unpredictable, completing and easing,
All my love, I am tying up in this.
Through the everlasting winds of time,
True love stays, forever blissfully perfect.
When everyone seems to have turned on you,
Love is continuous, undying and eternal.
Without reason, a purpose, or a plan,
Love is there to guide you through all your woes.
Illusions of only the love,
Gliding inches from the ground.
Take you up to where noone bothers,
Love is the cure for all ails.
Letting go of all you held on to,
A new beginning.
Beyond outer allure,
The majesty inside flows free.
Enduring every fret, every hardship,
With no other hope than just to be.
Not flawless or ideal
It is a perplexing abstraction.
Definable by no word or phrase,
Only the feelings of true pleasure vaguely label it.
Ere, it has not ceased, nor shall it ever.
The subtle flaws, and untarnished luxuries is eternal.
