Further Thoughts On Love Poem by Matthew Holloway

What it is, is haunting
Something quite unfathomable
At a loss to describe such feeling
It is the undoing, untying of the soul
Something so overwhelming
We would not be without it
Not for a second thought
Not for a flimsy daydream
Not for a chance of riches
Love is and always shall be
An addiction, compulsive act
Thought driven construct
To which we are tied
Love is breath, blood, pain
And such sheer glory
Words fail to service
Love is all of this
And more and less in equal measure
It is uncountable
Immeasurable so wonderment
Love is awkward
And belonging
Love is to my own discoveries
Life and feeling alive
Loves loss is death
An emptiness eternal
Love is found in a name
Whispered in the evening
To the rightful ear