On Love

Fantasies, doubts, curiosity, madness.
Neither past; nor present. Neither down; nor above.
Despair, confidence, generosity and joyfulness.
Are all entwined, by the fascinating tentacles of love.

And everyone wants to be entangled, yet free.
Each person wants to feel it, yet remain the same.
But this is impossible, for love is a magic potpourri.
That makes you lose your ground, and fall into an unknown abyss.

But, when it happens, without wings you will fly.
Without gills, you will dive into the depths of the ocean.
And, all the while, you will be mesmerized by its enchanting nectar.
By a magical potion that liberates, strengthens and inspires you, lovingly.

How to cite this Poem:
Cargnin dos Santos, Tadany. On love.