Not Cleopatra’s
If true love is god or whatever; then, I Understand why it is a mystery I understand why we cannot comprehend it I understand why it is the most misused term I understand why we mistake it. Woe to me if I reduce true love to reason Woe to me if I reduce it to feelings Woe to me if I reduce it to emotions Woe to me if I reduce it to infatuation For it is neither of them. For I cannot see true love with my naked eyes I cannot touch it whatsoever I cannot smell it. I cannot hear it I cannot taste its deliciousness For all these are a preamble. Caesar’s and Cleopatra’s, was theirs true love? Wasn’t it love of convenience? Wasn’t it utilitarian love? Wasn’t it pragmatic love? Tell me, wasn’t it conditional? Like the Amaphrodite’s or Venus’ magical girdle’ true love inspires every heart to yearn for the ultimate Like the cherub’s arrows, it causes all mortals to fall prey to it. The dove, the rose, and the peacock are its symbols No treachery nor deceit in it. True love is forever Mummification is its process Learn from Isis and know what it is Buy it at no cost! True love: true bond of perfection. Written December 30th, 2001 © on Dec 30 2001 04:13 AM PST 0 • 8
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