Love's truth

 When you are floating in love,
O my dearest dove,
You get another illusion to live
that you are here to give
a chance to someone to live,
But that's a polished, pious mask
to accomplish a humane task:
To cover the need to take
something moral from the fake,--
The pool of desires, needs and fears,
A smile offered to hide one's own pain and tears.

We are very-very needy

when we are ready

and run to fall in love's embrace

with full apparent grace,

The ugliness of our needy self remains hidden,

Run as we love-bidden,

We cover our pain with smile,

Paint selflessness on the needy guile,

We are looking for a hiding hole

after getting bored with journey sole,

To sneak in

to run away from the ever-chasing sin,

To run away

from the miserable self's sway.

We are a very poor dove

when we go seeking love, 

But we suppose ourselves to be rich,

So much for that illusionary itch,

In youth a body we need

for desire's feed;

In the middle age

caught in the cage,

we are looking to boost our faith

in greying, weakening vitality's swathe,

We feel cheated, deleted

and defeated

by the youth's passing clouds,

Struggle we to come out

of the grey shrouds,

We look for the confirmation

of our weakened vigor's strength

from some other soul;

In the age old,

our power and strength on hold,

Just a story already told,

Haunted by fears,

Tormented by pitiable tears,

We are seeking cushions

against falls giving broken bones,

To beat the loneliness ghosts

and avoid destiny's roast.

Love is a very sweet bargain

in lieu of all the sweet sounding 

treasures of fabled emotions,

The strength of love 

lies in confirming the needs and fears

as pure, pristine emotions

of just give, give and give,

While in reality,

we are merely there 

to take, take and take.