Sometimes in love, it often happens:
~ that you can never have enough of your present partner.
~that presence is more than companionship.
~that we approve of flaws that we know, we would later
abhor.
~lose the I and You to become US.
~that nothing lives on - except you and her, and habit that will take long to die.
Sometimes in love, it also happens:
~There are no pretenses
~There are open ego battles.
~Sometimes a man surrenders.
~Sometimes, in love, Athena lays down her shield
~Sometimes the act of love is not in consummation or immolation
- it is in ability and achievement.
~ Sometimes, in love, you do not look at yourself through the eyes of your lover.
~ Sometimes, the light of your lover's personality,
elevates your own sense of being.
~Sometimes, in love, 'you' and 'he' combine forces -
like the mind and the soul and create a lane.
And so Venus lives on,
In soft intense sighs and faking screams.
In silent invisible histories and loud withered romances.
