the ides of may

It begins with the locking of the eyes
The separation draws them even closer
For after the waters have gone dry
He will stand still, bolder and stronger

It begins with the touching of the lips
The attraction now grasping eternity
While the moon upon the window creeps
She will stay steady, true simplicity

It begins with the opening of the heart
Two lovers fall onn the fifteenth of May
Two hands caught in a carefree sway
Two heartbeats less than a second apart

the efficiency of love

Isn't it ridiculous that man--so intelligent and hardworking and proud--still could not figure out a single explanation for the occurence of love. They say that that which you cannot measure, you cannot know. True? We are able to comprehend by putting the intended subject within our own horizon of comprehension. If we cannot grasp it as a whole, then we cannot know it. And so love, along with so many other things, is left in the darkness. But even so, we use love for so many things, in so many ways, as if it is what gives us life. How come love can be a measure of so many things, when love itself cannot be measured?

the innocent smile

Is there such a thing as an innocent smile? A smile without any reason, without any expectation. Does it exist? We smile because (a) something's funny and it would be inappropriate to laugh out loud, (b) we want the person we're smiling at to smile back, or (c) someone is already smiling at us, and we feel the need to smile back. Do we, ever, smile just because? How lucky can someone get to be given this elusive, innocent smile..