Just a short poem on the notions of love.
So curious are these notions of love;
Metaphors of liberty in the wings of a dove;
The possibility of God’s meddling or cherubs from above;
Or chemical reactions in labs; archives of experiments to think-of.
Where philosophers, artists and scientists meet
Is at the conclusion that love’s joy and pain intermingle at life’s seat,
But whether other animals feel it or it’s just a human feat;
A fantasy we have, as idealistic as a villa in the landscapes of Crete.
Some believe it’s the sanctity and legal binding of marriage,
While others go hand-in-hand just riding life’s carriage,
Fuck buddies maybe, stalking the edge of a sexual ridge,
Or blossoming from adversity; a death, an indelible pain, a miscarriage.
First dates with chest pains, vomiting, and nervous farts,
We’ve all given those gifts, pinkly red cards in the shape of a heart,
We like to think ’til death do we part’,
Though so often it’s piercing infidelity, trust ending swiftly like a dart.
Love at first sight or realisation over time are both true,
Just as poetic musings of love are nothing new,
Some are sceptic while others share my view
That we’re all a bit dumbfounded; we ain’t got a clue.
So yes, these perceptions don’t even whiff the iceberg’s tip,
And onwards we tread water; in the sea of love we dip.