Is it the unwinding of all your goods?
Or the gold weaving in the undoing
Is it the synchronicity we all long for?
Or the mismatch of fire and water
What kind of love is this?
Is it the missing piece in your lives?
Or the problem without a solution
Is it the extra thump in your heart?
Or the illusion of love’s hunger pains
What kind of love is this?
Is it worth the end of your worlds?
Or the beginning of the doom
Is it the all of the all and the seed of your souls?
Or the follow of wrong directions
What kind of love is this?
Is it the harvest of moons and infinity of skies?
Or the endless, depthless seas of hopes
Is it the perfection of your kisses?
Or the evolution of simple lust
The kind of love which fits perfectly in your hand.