The gravity of love, magnetically pulls all across time and space
Touched emptiness, filled with forces of light expands in waves
It crashes on the shores of eternity, where there is no matter or place
Here nothing becomes everything, where entropy a black hole new life saves
In all directions simultaneously, every pathway it pursues
Every possibility from zero to infinity is instantly explored
In all places at every time in all colors and hues without beginning debuts
A particle, a wave, a field, becomes a never-ending musical chord
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Oh yes please, sorrenbarret, you just swept a gal off her feet! Invisible? Anything but!🌹 🌹 🌹
Thanks so much my friend for the read and most kind words they are always appreciated.
A fine write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi I do appreciate the read my friend
Love sure is the most positive force on earth, it can lift you up to the highest height, it can send you down just as quick.
We all want to be on that journey of happiness.
A roller-coaster ride we all line up for some multiple times hoping it does not come off the tracks but willing to take the chance. But in the end true love not passion is a safe ride where there no falls only beautiful scenery to see with some sadness at times for others. Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment it is most appreciated.
I really like your portrayal of love as both a mechanism and the meaning of existence—a force that transcends everything. The ambiguity in ‘Here nothing becomes everything’ is especially powerful.
Thank you so much Soheil for the read and kind words that are so generous. it is most appreciated and valued
You are very welcome.
I'm terribly sorry (but I'm always compelled to ask) what is love? The way the term is bandied about around here, then a diagnosis would seem to indicate it is likely infatuation.
Don't be sorry my friend I couldn't agree with you more. My answer is my opinion and definition which is far narrower and also broader than most. Love to me is not passion or infatuation but an altruistic force like maternal love that nurtures, cares for and superweeds one's own needs putting that object above oneself and one's own needs. Sex may be a part of its process but falls below it. English is a silly language that muddles terms and confuses those that use them. Thanks so much Dave for the review and question it is appreciated
Well stated Soren. It is however my judgement that this is not the way it is mostly used here at MPS. By all means argue that words have many different connotations attached to them and so on..... I however will continue to complain about the use of the word when what is rightly meant is infatuation. The word is over used, and that view of mine ain't about to change...LOL
Stick to it Dave I am on your side on this one and will back you up all the way
Musicality of the upper spheres .
A harmonious symphony. Thanks for the read Lorenz it is appreciated
Boohoo! I rarely get the meaning of anything cryptic - not necessarily meaning only some of your poems! I've not time to work out all the meanings you see, as I'm busy with all the recipe ideas you gave me for KP. lol.
Thanks for the read Orchi and sorry there were not many recipe ideas here, not the next poem but Sunday I'll see if I throw another one your way
Love is such a funny thing. It comes out of nowhere and when we do expect it, it doesn’t show up at all. You captured the details of it perfectly. Great portrayal Soren.
Thank you Allie for the review and kind words of support the do mean a lot to me.
Of course Soren, you’re very welcome.
Soren, this is excellent, my friend. It feels like standing inside a thought refusing boundaries…love rendered as force, motion, and music all at once. It carries awe without strain. Love it, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are too kind my friend. Your generous review makes the day brighter and the pen lighter.
The word "gravity" suits the nature of love. Love pulls and sweeps us off our feet. In the grip of love we do crazy things that don't make sense to a logical mind : but this is precisely the point : there is no logic in love... It can take us to our ruin, break families, but it can hardly be resisted.
Thank you so much Soman for your review of this poem your words echo sentiment felt and show great insight. It is most appreciated
Music of the spheres!
Thank you Mutley for the read and comment there is music in everything
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