love is a mystery and loving is the most impossible thing to resist
i just don’t know when it is right to entertain,
where it can be found
or who it is meant for
i just want to feel this way
love is like a sick cycle carousel
it goes on and on and it never stops
it lingers, it lurks
while relationships last, love does not
while people die, love does not
while promises can be broken, love can’t
while hearts can be torn into pieces, love can’t
despite the wasted time
despite the pain
despite the confusions
despite the sorrow it brings
i still want to love and be loved
for when i love the world stops
i am myself, at peace with nature
dreaming impossible dreams
taking tiny steps
in the middle of uncertainties
mesmerized by the beauty of every creature
wonder of every thought
lure of every sound
sensing the moment
hoping to share a lasting joy
and give all what is best
to the one i can truly call
love
(June 2011)

I like your tension filled build-up in the beginning until the climax “while hearts can be torn into pieces, love can’t” and its gradual denouement into peace and hope and finally….love. It seems that love here itself is personified. First it is sick then it is a cycle and lastly it is likened to a carousel. I hope you don’t mind my analysis of your works. I’d give this piece an…A++