Vivacious Love Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

If find myself in this situation
If love has no color then how does the blind love with so much vivacity
To me love is an imagination expressed in tender actions
An original sentiment that cannot be equaled to physical sensations
Love is the agitation that incites passion for affection
In the realm of unpredictable perceptions
Love is love when it has no name, no word to describe it or explain it
It is a language everyone feels though we barely understand
Love has no purpose but to remain loyal to love forever in our hearts
Love was never art, love was never poetry, and love has always been the most
Sincere generous effort one could freely give in exchange of nothing but love
Love is the road many hearts have travelled, the road the crippled has walked
And the race the world is running with optimistic pace
Love flies high above the clouds perforates the heavens and yet it has no wings
Love points to every reality, a reality found in the banks of our destiny which draws
Us closer to eternity’s fireplace
Love is when we see light where darkness prevails….