A poet in love

 

It is because of what we know

 that we are haunted by what we don't know.

 Thus everything can become 

speculation under certain circumstances.

 It came to mind today, 

when I was writing verse 

or perhaps a few days back 

when I felt my poetry shattering.

 Poetry cannot be written well enough

 unless the poet writing it is not in love.

 Love is the absolute yearning for another human being.

 It helps to think that maybe our imaginations 

involving infatuation with another 

can help spark 

creativity 

and authenticity 

in our poetry.

 Maybe when we have no one to obsess over, 

we don't store any particularly strong emotions. 

The strong aching inside one's chest when they're yearning for love. 

Imagining love, 

yearning for love,

 having love, 

losing yourself in love, 

getting hurt by love, 

healing over love. 

Love is a philosophy and experience

 at the same time.

 It is both in theory and practice. 

We yearn for the love 

described in theory, 

without knowledge of absolute chaos 

that love in practice yields.

 And this is merely a speculation. 

But good poetry was always written by fools 

imagining love, 

being in love, 

having love, 

or being disappointed by it.

 Either way, 

all poets are fools for yearning 

 for something completely out of our reach,

at least something that is deep and meaningful enough to feed our hunger.