The bitter taste of love?

Every time you fell in love...
did you/or what is love?
Is love the many various feelings you get,
when you have felt the chemistry with one?

Or is it more one particular feeling,
that overwhelms you,
when you see a certain person?
Some extra special...

Hear the name,
chew on the letters in it,
cheerish the sound of it,
gets butterflies in your tummy...


Is the feeling of love,
led from ones actions agains you,
or...indeed based on
the secret interrest one has in you?

Think good.

Or is the feeling more the tickle in your mind,
when you think of beeing in love first time,
the happy times you have, had?
when you know it will always be there?

Or think it will...

Even the feeling that you get,
when you lust one,
just for sexual actions,
one brief moments?

Having hugs in the park,
kiss on the forehead,
hand in hand...
shy...

Mostly the one when you get the warm look,
straight into your eyes, saying "I want you now"! ?
And takes you to bed after a romantic dinner,
plays the part of the latino lover...forever?


The one when you fight and make up...
Does that fit to your instant love,
passionate body,
constantly broken wows?

When one gives you a heavenly guided promise,
to be by your side,
in sicknes and healt,
til the death tears you apart?

It´s a good start...

Do hope it is NOT that feeling,
that creeps up on your mind,
when you want someone special,
but get no reaction but deadly silence?

That one when you remain
in your untight attempts.
No matter what you do,
to get some tiny little smile.

What the f... is that thing we call love...a subject or a object?

A chrush, fallowed by flirts,
nice words flew by,
just for a second,
or coupple of days?

A serious, strong devotion,
when you get knocked up,
all by someones fault,
and you cope with it....the responsible way?

Is love uncondictional till end of days,
and for everyone,
at anytime, anywhere?
Maybe...

My theory is,
that loves has many faces,
based on all and nothing,
that  noone can mesure the feelings involved;

Fully developed
when we give our hearts,
to someone, even unwanting,
pure in it -

Without benefits...again, again,
just in the various way each time,
love comes once,
even twice...micro, maxi, meso.

And sometimes the taste is like Campary,
sooo bitter and not really to inhale,
In cases  the most expensive Champagne,
after a few glasses you cant take it nomore...

Even all inbetween...guess you know.

I prefer it with a bit tropical taste!
the perfect balance of strong and weak.
Give me some Lemon Breezer please;
sweet, mysterious mix.

I say cheers :)