Something we say without thinking
More than we mean when it slips out
It’s stating a selfless path
Accommodating another heart
Two paths woven into
The embrace of one
But yet this often beautiful vision
The enrapture state of human intuition
Is more than a feeling
More than emotion
It is a mystery
And for some a revelation of misery
I admit my own limitation in grasping its meaning
After all just a byproduct of failed attempts in seeing
“Love”
Until it so desires
Sleeps
and this for now it will.
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires. (Song of Solomon 2:7 NIV)
