Photo: Babak Pejman Aryan / "When I Was Young..."
I am in Love.
Young and in Love.
This "Love"... naught more than concept
For what actually expands above
A most benign,
And unrefined,
Term of endearment.
"Love" does not capture
This throbbing, mournful ache
"Love" can’t encompass
All prior plans I would forsake
Just to have you;
Just to hold you;
Just to touch you…
At least to touch you?
To softly touch you...
God! "Love" is meaningless
in opposition to Love's powers -
Overwhelming
Beyond mere minutes, seconds, hours
Beyond all time
An Infinite spark passed down
Through our genetic line.
It re-animated
The machinery midst my ribs;
Showed life's worth more
Than automatic will to live.
And I'm an addict
For that which,
As of yet,
Is still described
(Though unexplained)
Through the simplistic.
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