Phenomenon

Are we then likely to reach a conclusion?

Must we accept the most basic defeat?

Can sweeping statements and primeval landscapes

Account for the strangeness, the passionate nature

Protecting and challenging glorious bliss?

Would life become simpler in subtle tranquillity?

Can we achieve such miraculous feats:

Claiming insight in marvels beyond our reach?

Is love that easy on those individuals,

Who worship or value one person for life?

Sentiments change when old fancies grow tired

But must we regard this as failure or sin?

Love is the fountain of deepest emotion

Dividing the minds but compelling the hearts

Nobody questions oblique fascination

When passions and prudence traverse a blank sheet.

Strangest of all is the blissful oblivion

That enters the heart falling deeply in heat

Nothing prepares us for greatness so forceful

That all painful facts fade away in the mist.

Yet:

Irreversible joy precedes and prevails,

Throughout mischief or trouble, to light our days.

Thankfully harmony enters with wisdom

Winning the battle, that unhurried yearning

Never concedes to renounce or surrender

Even when stakes reach their consequent brink.

Courage and gallantry ever abound

Where heart and perception set forth hand in hand.

One core will certainly always remain

Where ardour, endurance complete our aim.

Accepting as true this one point is compelling:

The greatest of passions convey one real worth

Devotion grants all to the bravest of humans

Who dare to commit to the wonder of love

From Aspects of Love

Not long ago, Tim Taylor featured this poem on his blog. I want to thank him — and share the poem here

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