Looking

Ah, being in love with love

Makes for a hard road to walk

For love is ideal

And relations are real.

Infatuation!

Now that is a burning reality!

A hot burning fire

That consumes every thought.

But as the fire roars down

To its ember, infatuation ends.

And if love is not born

Then the relationship dies.

Cold and dreary are

The dead desires

Of a burnt out

Relationship

 Leaving the jilted lover

An empty husk

A form with no depths,

Filled only with memories.

Memories that light the fires

The burning fires of desires

Desires to find true love

Loving the ideal love.

Ah, the ideal love

Where does it exist?

In whose heart does it burn?

And can it live in reality?

I believe that it can and does

And not just in a dog’s heart.

Just not for all of us,

For some it is delegated to a dream.