Poem # 3 - A Poet's Plight

To write of love, I do not know.
For what is this love they all speak of?

Love is a feeling most divine,
a sensation that transcends both space and time

A concept that only few have mastered,
while others pondered and felt bewildered

The beating of the heart,
the outpour of sweat

The trembling of legs,
the numbness of the mind.

All are symptoms relating to a disease...
One that's incurable and hard to appease,

And so you ask me here and now,
to write of love, that weird sensation.

No amount of words will ever define
that notion of love, that sweet elation.