Poetry
July 17, 2019

Poetry | Questions for Love

#JournalingJuly - July 17th

Love is.


I am.


You are.


We could... Be.


Do we hold onto love with more vigor when it feels the end is nigh?


Could we Love fully while knowing it may never last beyond the horizon?


Should we weather the chances of Loving one who may or may not Love us to the same capacity?


Is it required that Love be reciprocated in order for Love to be Love?


Can we yearn for Love outside of ourselves, while still exercising Self-Love to its fullest?


Can we stop ourselves from falling in Love? Or convince ourselves that we are in Love, when in fact, we are not?


Can we rationalize with the mind, the Love felt & radiated from the Heart?


Is it possible to logically explain with precisely picked words the Love you have for someone?


Does it make sense to try & convince one you Love, to express the Love you believe them to have for you?


Is Love foolish? Is it for suckers? Are we foolish to fall in Love, knowing everything felt can be withered away?


Can you Love deeply & Lust simultaneously? Is it awkward to want to nurture, develop & soothe while also wanting to provide immense physical pleasure?


Is it wrong to Love too quickly?


Is it wrong to give in to Love after trying to fight off Love for some arbitrary rationale?


Does it make sense to try & stay when one works to push you away? Should Love at that point be left to reluctantly fade?


What does Love really mean? Why does it keep me awake at night? Or is that not the Love, but the contemplation of it’s perplexities?


Where does Love come from? What’s the source of this emergent fluttering energy that envelopes my entire being with a confounding bliss?


Are we victims of Love? Or is Love just a choice?


Is Love worth Living for? Is Love worth Dying for?


Should Love involve a chase? Is it necessary to be lead astray, to guess & check the validity of Love through the uncertainty of one’s subject of affection?


Is Love meant to last? Is it meant to be held onto?


If one prays hard enough for a Loved One, can they feel it?


Is Love meant to be explored? To uncover it’s more euphoric depths & fantastical lore?


Is Love purely biological? Or is it a Spiritual coalescence of two beings destined to be intertwined, at least for a moment in time?


How can we savor & cherish Love in all of it’s forms, amidst all of the shortcomings & failed attempts to Love, in some sensible way?


Is Love as incredible & profound as we imagine it? Can Love make sense? Should it?


Does Love have rules & restrictions? Qualifications? How tall must I be to experience Love? Is there a weight limit? A requirement of status, perhaps?


Must one disavow the Love they have proclaimed for another, simply for being open to new Love after being left unrequited?


Does Love have a universal purpose? Could we ever hope to truly understand Love for all it’s worth?


Should one fight for Love, when they know not what the end result will be? Where does Love go when it leaves?


Was Love sought in vain if it never flourished?


Does one deserve the right to request the Love of one they had once tried to flee from?


Must Love hide behind illusion & confusion?


How long should we wait for Love?


Does life make sense without Love?


Can Love really be a thing that we fear? Or is it everything else that can wither away at Love?


Does Love end when the melody fades?


Does Love become toxic when you want it forever?


Should Love be an ultimatum?


Well....


All the Best,

Sean aka Mr. Wildenfree

#LiveLifeWell

July 17, 2019
Mr. Wildenfree
Peculiar Ponderer. Lyrical Dreamer. Creatively Expressing Balance In Duality.

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