Love is not constant
It requires care
Many reparations, adaptations, and patching cracks in its original foundation
Filled with trials and tribulations, while seemingly providing one clear destination
The alter of sins or the acceptable custom which society pins as protocol
The American dream
The white picket fence with 3.5 children all destined for an Ivy League education
The practical means
The proven formula
Not the dimples in their cheeks when they smile
No, not the innocence in their eyes when they tell you for the first time of their desire for a temporary attachment
Or the last time you see your mother’s eyes
In its true form, the sensation is limitless
There is no baro, metric or standard measurement to equivocally scale the rate of devotion
Or the power of the heart
The yearning of the soul, has no explicable force
However, when truly grasped it as relentless as any form of torture
And more satisfactory as any step up from mediocrity that consumes the nation
The power is eternal
Education, war, suffering, hunger, greed are all man made inventions
Made to fill a life of no substance
While the media extracts its falsest forms
An existence with no end means
No God to meet them when their time has passed
When the last corporate check has been received in the post
When their last cent of their grand children’s trust fund gets cashed
The only concern left for the dying man, is the one feeling he was never be able to explain.