Can"t be Helped...

Love is not a choice.
it is a gentle voice
whispering,
"this may be the one..."
    A pulling of the heartstrings,
a tugging at the elbow
trying to remind you of  something
perhaps you never knew...
    That all the time spent alone, wandering
pondering; almost somnambulistic
may help the mind, but not the soul,
that despite our need for independence
one needs another to be whole...
    It is not a sign of weakness,
it is not need for control,
it is a desired to believe in someone else,
a belief in another soul...
     And that is how you gain, not lose.
In giving of yourself you choose
to dare to dream,
not plot or scheme,
for love is exactly what it seems
and all else is but the illusions...
                  may 15, 2014