Dissolution

I had delight,

of lovely medows,

of steamy nights,

of life so shallow,

But one day bright,

I felt so hollow,

my gaze fell on eye,

i was so callow,

I saw torn out skin,

of a dead lover,

whose body served me,
as a seemingly irresistible pull, 

how stupid was I,

to run for just the skin,

like a tranquilized wolf,

And then I knew,

the beauty of life,

lies to not fall in love with somebody,

erroticized by colors and decoration of moment,

playing hide and seek with the emotion and skin,

taking pride in possesing somebody,

when if you really see, you have nobody,

but to fall back in love with love itself,

true love is always one sided,

as an offering, 

never cares of getting anything,

just loves and loves,
it cannot be forced,
it can only bloom,

even when lover breaks heart,

or no matter what happens,

this one sided love never dies,

true love never demands, never expects,

it has melted away everything in,

an nothing me and mine is left,

such is the love

If your love is unconditional,

deep enough, beyond decoration,

just as an offering,

slowly you will find yourself,

swallowed by love,

ups and downs of life,

even if object of love, enter's life or falls apart,
or even if there is no object of love, but love itself,

it remains unchanged, ever intense,

making every moment of life,

as a love affair :)

bursting you out,

into eternity :)