A roving eye at the age of ten blast of hormones raging wars at thirteen.
Love? What nonsense, this is just a crush you see
…heartbreaks and healing all a matter of days, perhaps months
of light grazes to the knees.
Do you even know what love is?
Of course! It is what makes the world go round.
So, that’s not gravity? Sure is! Of a different kind.
It is serious business, you, my lady are not prepared for…
it will take you to the moon fling you down to earth.
No, the heartbreak, the falling in love is just the beginning
Lashes hold tears until they flow, down the cheeks bereft of a smile
The heart skips beats, it will go past the throat
…isn’t that defying gravity?
Depends, says my soul, whether you are flat on your face or looking at the sky.
What has that to do with love?
Everything my child.
What is love then? Not a noun for sure!
‘Tis a verb whispers my heart, bruised oft in the hunt for what is real.
Nonsense! It is something that is not from this world.
Exactly the point! It is universal
But knows no standards, heeds no rules,
it journeys through invisible, in a gypsy wanderlust
seeks the unseen soul.
Sigh! What is it? I surrender. You tell me what it really is!
Softly holds my soul my heart in its fold
takes me to an invisible domain,
glowing in eternal light where freedom abides.
Ah! I get it.
We understand not that pure gravity.