A philosophy was my answer to a challenge I was once given to think of three questions I would ask just before I died. For some reason what it meant to be in love was the only question I felt I'd really want answered if I had no more time left to me.
A philosophy of love
What does it mean to be in love?
Tis to feel a spark begin in earnest
Darkness that’s flamed by passion’s
Speeding arrow piercing heart
Filling lungs and
Flooding palms
That mumbling,
That clumsy fervent speech
That clusters around the
Edges of twining souls neath a
Smiling moon
In spite of tempests
That slam the shutters,
That shook the doors.
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