on love

Love has no judgement It is neither perfect nor imperfect It knows no boundaries and spans beyond time Love is pure love is truth love can be brash and love can be tame Love can express itself in anyway The expression itself is not love Love goes beyond every limitation, all burns of jealousy, every trace of grandeur Love abides in subtle moments beyond words thoughts beyond silence Love neither binds nor separates Love just is and within love are the bazillion dances ebbing and flowing now this way then that – ornaments giving love a voice a song a form Yet love gives a damn to all this for love is love Love needs nothing at all It is a stand alone teaser It is the inconspicuous janitor in the movie theatre No … it is awesomeness in the guise of an inconspicuous janitor in the movie theatre Love is the aloof spectator that needs no one but keeps the whole chase afloat Love is the sneaky tramp that makes everyone begging for more – more money more fame and more knick-knacks of this pointless game Love is all conquering murderous excrutiating insane and can drive humanoids to the edge of reason yet love remains untouched unaffected by it all – it just rides out into the horizon never to be seen at all!