True Love

"True Love"  comes uninvited--
It takes you hostage and
Immediately issues demands.
 
"True Love" burns--
It burns with a fire by which
All other fires are defined.  
 
"True Love" is physiological--
The stomach tightens  
Like a sailors knot;
The heart palpitates
In a strange, savage rhythm ;
There is a desperate absence of breath.  
 
"True Love"is pathological--
You retreat into a precisely  
Constructed inner world,
Gazing into the distance
Towards an alluring, seductive future
Where all things are done in two's.  
 
"True Love" consumes--
It reduces your world to a smoldering cinder
All that you were
All that you are
All that you'll be
Your heart is now subject  
To a new ordinance.  
 
"True Love" is it's own madness--
The once rational mind  
Becomes obsessed with
A pure, singular purpose.  
Your circadian rhythms  
Will never be synchronized again
The hours , days and weeks
Will bleed one into the other
Into the other into the other
Nothing ever again as it once was.  
 
"True Love"arrives--
Upon the luminous wings of a stranger
Who is not strange at all ,
For you've seen them  
In your most amorous dreams
Shining, immaculate.  
True, living perfection.  
 
This is "True Love".
This is how you know it's real.
Anything else Is pubescent folly.