In the vast expanse of time, every day marks an end for someone,
And if you believe your time draws near, it's wise
to ponder on love undone.
What is love, not the cheapened version tainted by
lust's allure?
Can love be found, a principle of the universe,
pure and sure?
Do these phrases we utter—"love is
everything," "love is life," "God is love"—
Merely dance upon our lips, or do they point to a
truth above?
Buddha speaks of craving, attachment, and the seeds
of sorrow they sow,
In a world where matter and energy ever shift, a
constant ebb and flow.
Could love then be another face of craving, a seed
for misery to grow?
In this universe where life sustains itself by
devouring, don't you know?
Funny it seems, how love is said to keep everything
in motion,
While creatures feed upon each other with
unyielding devotion.
What connection lies between matter's dance and the
love we seek?
Christianity whispers in 'the bread and the wine,'
an answer unique.
To 'let yourself be eaten' for others, the ultimate
love they proclaim,
Unconditional sacrifice, the reverse of eating, a
different game.
Unconditional, they say, is to embrace flaws and
talents with no disdain,
Ensuring disappointment finds no place, a path to
enlightenment's domain.
Yet, love as a procreative force, between sexes it
weaves a fleeting unity,
Preserving identity, a temporary bond, filled with
passionate serendipity.
That euphoria at love's dawn, the intoxication of
endorphins untamed,
An altered state of mind, like a drug,
ever-changing, never the same.
Or could it be a glimpse, a taste of
enlightenment's divine grace?
Have we crafted love, like religions, to paint
life's canvas with hopeful embrace?
To chase the illusion of a consistent, blissful
existence we yearn,
To soothe the fear of death, the end of time, we
create tales to discern.
So, as days fade and new beginnings arise in life's
ceaseless rhyme,
We ponder upon love's essence, its mysteries
unfolding with time.
