How is it that we are disposed to talk of love with such gayety and delight?
The feeling itself is actually quite unpleasant.
A quickness of breath.
Hammering heart in chest.
A general unrest.
Thoughts made obsessive,
turned only upon one subject
at all hours
of day
and night.
A loss of controle
a loss for words to say
as you gaze upon the lips and eyes of another.
It’s distinctly unnerving.
Completely distracting.
When in love,
nothing can be accomplished.
Foolish grins when you receive correspondance from one with whom you are smitten.
The world stops when your lover draws near
and you can let out the breath that you didn’t know you had been holding on to
all along
in anticipation of their arrival.
It’s a sickness
an illness
a complete inconvenience!
Yet
we seek love
with and ardor
a determination
a zest unlike much else.
Desperate for someone else
to be as enraptured with us
as we are with them.
For to be loved
is quite a compliment.
Caia Rose 