Those fools who dwell in the mechanisms of love only prove to a world, their ignorance.

Love is the past once its presence is known and as such will never be forgotten in the future.

"I love you..." words to ride on the bow of the the ship called, reality

and yet

so many drop anchor, furl the sails, as if the calms seas themselves become the tempest

of fear.

There is a love in a world not really ready for such a gift

A world content to live with dry rot, mold, and rat filled bildges

This love resides in the seagull soaring high above the foolishness of man.