Can love be a foolish game?

They say love is the medicine for fools.

I call them bluff!

For as many strange ways,

faces,

and names that love can be given,

still, it endures through time.

If you want to call it a game,

call it a marathon.

If you want to give it a face,

paint it in fire colors,

and if you want to define a way,

set the route to the magical Nowhere land.

There,

you’ll find a lot to play on,

several faces to meet,

but no records to set.

By the time you think love is the prize,

you better quit.

By the time you think love deserves a face,

you better look closely.

By the time you dare to give it a name,

you’ll get lost in transition forever.

Instead of try,

free it.

Instead of own,

feel it.

Instead of comprehend,

embrace it.

Instead of hide,

surrender to it.

Sure ain’t easy living in a world of three,

you, love and me.

But you can never know what love could be

if you’re holding your soul hanging on a tree,

while your body swims naked on a cold sea.

Fools as we may be,

do you dare to play with me?

To all the romantic souls.