Searching Heart

A contemplation on love

The heart stirs in the vast emptiness
Swirling from host to host
Having yet to find its match
Stirring and swirling
Nothing to stop this madness!
Love is the only cure

But Love this heart does not know
It knows only of lust
Masquerading as love
For the pleasure of touch,
it craves
The initial excitement,
however,
never fails to wane
So in the vast emptiness

The heart bounds to remain 

Author's Note

Please let me know your thoughts and feelings

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sensual pleasure is fine, but it is passing. Enough of this continual failure to fully please makes the heart want to seek for something more. All roads lead back to something higher, which was all that was really desired from the start.

[mattavelli]

Hello, julius! :)
This is a thoughtful write. Love, to me, is a feeling of dependence or familiarity. I sort of love everyone, but the feeling is stronger with those closest to me. We are simple creatures; at times, craving the comfort of familiar things, and other times, craving the excitement of something new. I think thats what love and lust are.
This heart reads like an orphaned wolf, howling at the night sky, and no response. But hey, chicks dig lone wolves. Haha
Thanks for sharing.