The Mystery of My Love

I

I have never loved,

   since never  loved me

the women I loved

and I didn't love

those who tried to love me!

II

I  first pursued

Impossible loves,

and when the overwhelming body

 forced me, I loved,

but it was not love;

surely  it was sweet discovery of pleasure,

flesh into flesh, fire with fire

fury subsided into the abyss of life;

but it was not love.

III

Neither  was love

the spasm which I waited

to see the air colored  

by your forms,

when was  enough for me

to feel her presence

ethereal and impalpable, although present,

yet not mine

and it was not love.

IV

So, I'm  still in search of you, sublime, decanted love.

What are you?

You that fleetingly

  were sent to men by God?

Are you  for all of us or just for a few?

Do you really exist?

You  catcher of   hearts and reason?

Are you real or unreal?

Lier or truth?

V

Still I'm seeking after you,

poignant love

unveiled eyes,

flying mate,

slave and mistress,

mother and lover,

mystery of life!