Tis what we search for is love, or tis it not the just invovled, what is
it about the thing we inspire to be to someone, is the madness of the
heart which is uncontrollable, unfulfillable, I say it is neither. It
is the burning of the flame, the itching, the sensation we apply for at
the very dawn of our lives, tis to love and be loved. Not by
canditions, because if it is to be true, then we shall seek the
everlasting and endless, desirable and sentalating, pulsating, racing
kind of thing, do not settle for the flower nor for the bud, seek out to
grasp all of the person you have chosen as the one, and allow yourself
to answer yourself, tis it i, who loves, I say fulfill the unfufillable.

very thought provoking...

good words,good poem...M.