"What are we doing?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, what is this that we have?"

"Umm..."

"Oh, come on. I know that you're not too good with your words, but we need to talk about this."

"Well, we're dating, aren't we?"

"I believe so."

"What's left to discuss then?"

"Well, I mean..."

"What is it?"

"Do you love me?"

"If I said no, I'd be the king of the jungle."

"Huh?"

"I'd be a lion."

People hate each other

without acknowledgement;

an inward malady as well..

Sometimes we feel good,

but then we see someone ‘better’

Or something we don’t have.

What if there was a creature so mighty

that it could banish this evil

with a single roar?

the Love Lion

Rumi recounted an Arab king

who ruled two mighty empires:

A handsome man and a poet,

women loved him desperately.

A beneficent ruler, his court

reveled in his wisdom.

Nobody could ever match

the splendor of this mighty king.

Yet one day, donning plain robes,

he left his throne to wander.

Picking the grains off of dry bushes

And speaking only through his eyes

he walked, heart brimming.

Though he spoke few words

His gestures, like a windy roar

blew away all that was evil.

This is what love can do.

My mistake was loving him

Loving without knowing him

Not knowing his name

Or knowing he was a Grimm

He seemed so kind

He played it well

Until we got together

And everything just fell

He became a monster

A lion almost

If only I had know

Never would I've tried my utmost

To get his attention

And making mine

Because then I only realized

I was I love with a Lion.

Love has its roots in devotion, and grows out of all things which nurture it

Love grows around all obstacles which impede it, and prevent its influence

Like the beautiful vestiges of color and texture nature wears in the spring, life is adorned with the love and devotion of truth that is her birthright all year long

Love makes fools of us all, it is a fact that cannot stem the tide of truth

Don't lose sight of that love lost is the end of all faith, and breaking with truth

For the withering of a cherished flower, leaves the seed of its own splendor and renewal again

Love knows no limits, but instead makes its intentions clear

Beauty reigns even through its comely entrapments

Love lost, loves' return, love unconquerable

Love is both a friend, and lover friend, and lover together

Renewed never bitter, ever constant and wise

When seen through the eyes of love

Forgiveness the backbone of the house of love is most blessed of all in the eyes of love, for it makes certain the new day will rise, on the dark curtain that has fallen between the two that were once one

Love finds its seed in its very existence; to spread its glory

Love finds a way to make its intentions recognized

Love acknowledges no distinction between ages,

but embraces the experience shared between the two

Love, its presence enchanting, its essence intoxicating, and its absence madness

We are like soulless shadows without its garments to give us substance

The face of beauty has many different regiments, shapes and forms... But never more beautiful than the face of love

© Keith Stewart