Sometimes,
Love is hard to come by.
It falls short of where we expect it to land,
Or overshoots it completely.
Sometimes,
Things run smoothly at first,
But then swerve and skid,
And then plummet into the depths below.
Our love,
Is a conundrum,
A puzzle greater than any I have ever known.
I have experienced love,
In many forms,
Experienced it in ways you would not believe.
But you and I,
Oh,
We were made to be gods!
We had control over the elements,
But never free will,
And never,
Ever,
Experience it for ourselves.
Not truly.
The complexity of the things I feel for you,
Enough to drive politicians insane,
We drive each other apart,
And crash together again,
Never settling for more than a moment,
And never,
Truly feeling love.