That Love-Dove Thing...
... this was prompted by the title that I cannot claim ownership to. thanx Amrut :)... What is it that dissolves the knees, That engenders a motive, but to please! Oh that need to be needed, that discovers fruition Oh that need to be pinched, lest it be illusion? Of the beliefs in mankind, sudden resurrected, Of the apotheosis, and of idols fresh erected. "Please dont explain via cerebral reactions, The brain's but brain, Hearts' the seat of action." The primping and preening, blest now with cause, The glow thereafter, following the applause. Not to mention, the endless hours of wait, The bloom's to blame, the final petal said "hate." Of hearts and arrows, scratched on all at hand, On stone- for forever; for expression- but on sand. The pride of possession, the relief to belong, The promises of faith, vowing loyalties strong. Thus marked by sweetness is the beginning hour, Ignorant of the approaching dusk, when Sweet turns Sour. Strange is this Love-Dov...