The mortal
Who knows what love is
Was not yet born.
So many synonyms in the thesaurus.
Only I know what love is.

Love is not butterflies in the stomach.
Love is neither a coarse murmur in the heart
Nor a fine one.
Love is not an ardent emotional perplexity.
Love is not a tangible physical attraction.
Love is not the superlative form of friendship, affection
and brotherhood.
Love is not copulation in the drive-in.
Love is neither the pinch that you feel
Nor the bruise that you savor when you think
Of her, whom you love.

Love is the paradox and enigma of incomprehensible
creation.
Love is the emission of chemicals into your cortex.
Love is the sun shining over the squished verdure in your
garden.
Love is the grief that you taste in the discovery that your
serpent
Has no vertebras,
After having killed it for science's sake.

Love is the yearning for control and subjugation.