Love Poem: Love
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Written by: Hound Of Poetry

Love

Larger than life, a will, governing the soul, 
With a dash of colour under the fallen rainbow,
Enjoying the beauty of randomness through
                                                       Kismet and peace,
I peel my mundo intimo off the layers of memoirs of passion,
And I tend myself with no care towards the perspective of the inner life.
I hear it through the sound of a guitar, a gitano from Andalusia
                                                                  strings soothingly together,
I hear the clandestine serpent of guilt howling rebellion 
Inside of my labyrinth,
As if it were the home of the Minotaur, or a hellion.
Beating drums of sorrow foretell of desires hanging on boughs,
Before me, the solemn temple of will wrapped in its grandeur,
And I am idle, and I cannot move, and I do not want it!
It’s the silent whirlpool boiling time. Peace. Peace and quiet.
The horizons with no boundaries. Clarity everywhere. 
In love –truth. In truth – fidelity.  In life –direction.
But there was a concern lest the love becomes real,
What then? What to peel? How to peel?
Shall I be born, again? Shall I be born? 
Let it play out, in time as the life marches on!