What Is Love?

I am a poet at heart. Poetry has always been my relief, my therapy, my closest friend and fiercest foe.

This piece is from the vault. Last year, I did a performance built around one important question: “What Is Love?” I hope you enjoy it.

What Is Love?

by Faeann 

I could never understand the fear and Scarcity reflection of Love,

The monogamous, limited description of what Love is,

Love to me always felt boundless,

 a reflection of the flowing river, twisting and twirling her hips to the rhythm of the tides,

Trusting the seagulls’ cries to lead her to the Ocean’s endless eyes.

Love to me always felt as miraculous as the Sun’s rise,

a golden disk dawning each day, no matter your yesterday’s demise.

Love to me always felt ancient and wise, 

A fire whose flames reflected rage’s kiss, jealousy’s lustrous eyes,  passion’s wonderful lies

 and the bitter taste that pleasure tries to hide.

Love to me always looked deep and beautiful,

 like the moon’s devotion to honouring Death’s reflection and Life’s perception.

The more I ponder on Love, the farther its conceivable nature drifts,

I watched the toil and turn of the seasons,

 I saw the grace of the Sun’s descent reflected in the Sea’s eyes,

I saw it all, and I must humbly admit that I still do not know what Love is.