We think of love as a place of sweet bliss,
Resting in the arms of a lover…
Yet it is so much more.
Love is a tempest of emotions,
A mix of heaven and hell.
It can leave you breathless with
It can bring you to your knees, begging for Mercy,
And raise you so high, that the Earth is but a speck beneath your feet.
Love is not something for the mind to grasp,
Although it tries,
Oh how it tries!
Love is a living, breathing entity,
Making it’s own rules, and never sharing them with you.
You must guess,
Take a step,
You must lay your heart bare
Or have it wrested from you and tossed callously aside.
Yet how can you resist the chase?
As you try to understand loves’ game.
How can you ride the ever changing tide?
Yet to drown is exhilarating,
As you sink into an embrace you cannot escape from,
Love will endure.
You, however, will die a thousand deaths,
Dance a thousand steps,
Laugh, cry, surrender into pain and delight,
You will come back for more.
Kirsten Ivatts 2017