Will this Love Ever End?

When in love, there is no other state of being but to be in love,

There is nothing else to do but to be in love

No other face is visible, but the face of love

It is an anxious boredom

An exciting insomnia

The days in between the days of seeing your love are non existent

They are gaps in the world of love

When you see your love it is the purpose of your world, of your being

It is a filling sensation

As though a sieve has been turned into a bowel

And the eyes of love are like glass

Transparent and absent and yet full,

Full of the memories of love

And the head of love is dizzying

Like hard dirt pressing into the sides and filling it

Love is drunk

It is a chemical alteration

As though some substance has been taken

It is a trip or a stupor that has no end

It is a fun time with no come down

Like Ritalin, it keeps you awake long after you have wished for sleep

It’s a ride that you can’t get off

It becomes a part of you, a state you have to live in now

You learn to deal with love

You familiarize yourself with this rose tinted curse

You come to terms with the idea that his face is all you will ever see again

His smell is the only thing that you can sleep by

His embrace replaces meals

And his kiss is like water in the midst of a hangover.

When he holds your hand it is as though the goal of your life has been fulfilled and there is nothing left to do but be held.

To love and to be loved

And to know you are loved

And to know that he knows he is loved

And everything else is a wash of water color

Blurred and undefined.

And little by little

You remember the life you had before love

The things you found important

And you go back to them

But they seem lost amidst this world of love

They are shadowy outlines

Difficult to grasp

Through the haze of love

And with enough time

The shadows become more lucid

They gradually turn opaque

And now the world of love has grown

And the map is larger

And the life you lead before entering the world of love

Is now a part of this new world  

And you remember your other loves

And you know there is more than one kind of love

And you know there is more to do than love

So you go back to your other loves

And you begin to write about them

And you write about love.