“Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks
simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses.” – Lao Tzu
Love indeed is the strongest,
always striking three times
the head, the senses and the heart,
leaving you a prisoner of chaos and passion.
Its sound resounds loud and clear,
reverberating to your very being,
the ecstasy flowing through your fingertips
taking you further than you’ve ever been.
It transforms you into an unexpected poet
as you write of the passion that stirs
with every thunderous beat of your heart
into words that your lips and eyes wish to speak of.
It changes you without warning, slowly but surely,
like the incoming tide on the sandy shore,
washing away bits and pieces of who you are,
yet polishing you into scarred perfection.
It is cruel at times but there is room for sweetness,
though a bitter taste can linger when its taken for granted,
there are still other spices to stir love’s concoction with
that will dilute the aftertaste of love forsaken.
Love indeed is the strongest, for it can make and unmake you,
bind and break you, wound and heal you,
destroy and rebuild you, capture and release you,
and it goes on and on, never faltering, timeless as time itself.