My Love

A poem about love and what it can do to a person.

I can't write
Because season's have changed
And feeling's have grown.

I can't talk
Because winds of words have muted my sound
All that is left is to listen.

I can't hear
Because melodies have deafened me
Into a soundless sunset of emotion.

All I am left with is sight
Yet I cannot see for the visions have blinded me
Into arrays of conclusionless equations.

And so, with force, I feel
But still I lay paralyzed by an unexplainable caress
Unable to articulate thoughts of a scattered mind.

Speak to me, words of an untapped chakra
Hear confessions of truths dangling before me
To see God's vision of art on a canvas
Touch another's soul.

Despite it all
I have the greatest orb of light in my hands
Forced to know truths I declare
To remember triumphs
And know still
That love is just love.