To love is a sickness,
To love is an ecstasy,
Of happiness and of pain.
To love is light in the darkness,
Yet at times it makes us feel the darkest.
To love is breaking, becoming and breaking, yet again.
To love is knowing what one never thought, could exist.
To love is losing oneself,
And finding, what one never thought, one had.
To love is tearing apart,
and gelling into the One.
To love is like a burning candle…melting away, bit by bit by bit.
To love is like circling around the beloved, like a moth,
Giving away to the flame and becoming an ashed nothing-ness.
To love is to love to the smallest of pieces of one’s being,
until, nothingness vanishes into nothingness…