Qu'est-ce que l'amour
Like an etched tattoo,
I thought we were permanent,
Together, we were like mountains,
Only a plate tectonic could set us apart
I felt safe in his aura,
Or at least that’s what I thought.
I quenched my thirsty soul,
My young conscious developed a perception,
I had found inspiration,
I was unstoppable.
I was affiliated.
Friendship masked it all.
In the absence of certainty, I became alienated,
Logic, like an arrow, dug deep into my medulla,
Love had given me wings.
It was all I could see, like a portrait.
I wouldn’t want to end the strange but familiar feeling,
Logically, it illuminates ideologies similar to metaphysics;
Interestingly, I didn’t know what this was all about,
However,
Most people view love on a spectrum,
Perhaps;
Love is a contingent cultural product,
Meant to feed socialization,
Or
It is natural and universal,
Evolved to feed the human thirst for companionship,
Maybe,
love is me,
Love is Amour.
At least the French and my parents would agree.
Bravo! parce que c'est en fait ce qu'est l'amour.
So what is love?
I am not sure yet,
Beginnings of love stories are always mysteries,
Because
You are acquainted with a stranger,
but yet feel so familiar.
I know what love is like; I know the black hole.
presumably, my hypothesis makes sense,
At least,
I can sleep at night,
peacefully.
Amour Thuch.
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