Love emerges from a veil of mystery
To enthrall the psyche with energy.
It’s elixir secretes a potion
Which consumes the heart with emotion.
Love floats on clouds of euphoria
On idyllic lands of Shangrila.
Shackled to the walls of its addiction
To escape life’s imperfections.
To receive a gift of love is a treasure
It fills the heart with pleasure.
Tendrils of fancy combine
To foster dreams of love divine
Love’s journey is never certain
It’s sojourn hinges on its condition
From the origin of its source,
To the uncharted span of its course.
Absence of love is hard to bear,
The longing to be close to share
Each other’s thoughts and dreams
Of life’s erratic paths and streams.
Such rapport requires tender care,
Nurture and fervour as daily fare.
Kept inside a flagon to groom
It’s bouquet will forever bloom.
I appreciate this poem. You've done an excellent job of putting into words the feeling of being in love, something I've wished I could articulate. One thing, though, "It's exilir" and "It's sojourn" should be "Its" -- no apostrophe.
I really loved the rhymes in this poem. These lines might be my favorite: “Shackled to the walls of its addiction/To escape life’s imperfections.”