Two perspectives on love.

Sunlight graces his eyes blackened, and is blinding,

Entering through the mirrors of the soul, never exiting.

Released from the captivity of the minds labyrinth.

Exiting hell, he is entering into a new entrapment.

Nothing did quell the primal rage unwell, but in his swelling chest he tore;

Expecting to find a heart, but one he never did bore.

Moonlight dances of her silver skin, and shines on her blue bonnet eyes.

Inviting us to chances, sins, fantasies, and lies.

Starry being crafted like Kether, white like the highest aether.

Too far to grasp, to close to adore her.

Eleison! This torment must not go on further.

So I with sunlight in the eye came closer to ask: ”Can you put love in words I may know?”

Slow, she spoke: “Love is letting go.”