Love does not transcend all boundaries: it has no boundaries to cross.

Just some thoughts here... In that kind of a mood.

Love is never lulled,

nor is it ever hushed.

It is never forced,

nor ever questioned.

It is always rampantly twisting our human hearts.

It disbands all the tools of humanity;

Rotting us from the inside until we are sick of its succulent injustice,

but cannot turn from even its tartest fruit;

because the pulp that is exfoliated from within nourishes our souls content forever.

 

True love; knows no mythic scale

It is not bound by space or time.

It is an entity, one of its own.

It spawns new breaths and ferments unbound passages of walk

True love endures, accepts, and lingers.

It perishes in those which cannot bear to see it go,

and with them it replenishes their strength,

once they breathe their whole self again.

It does not concern itself with any age or creed.

It has a will all its own,

but holds onto only those whom wield it in purpose.

True love unlevels all theories of sanity,

driving those who are wrapped up within it glass palm,

not to question the moment, or if it is right.

 

When will we be able to answer it?

Why we are here?

Isn’t it more simple to look above, to look beyond beauty?

All the scientific logic in the world, 

cannot challenge the chemstry

of two tempered hearts.