Love Poem For Valentines

Love slips through my fingers Like water dripping from cupped hands Leaving only miniscule, painful reminders Of what is gone. Dew left that cannot quench thirst Only enhance it. The droplets of what could have been Sustain even when all hope subsides Remain to torment and to terrify But, what is it I miss in this 'love'? Mere childish notions. Love is but the fickle fancy of adolescence And the naïve quest of foolish romantics Lost in bygone world A contemporary of An illusion visible only by the intoxicated A hallucination, begat of the drugs The influence of which seemingly only I am untouched Sober amongst a mass of inebriated fools. Not out of ignorance nor stupidity do they believe this false reality, But simple misguidance; A lack of understanding And a desire to comprehend the incomprehensible Brings the birth of imaginary concepts. A fog enveloping the mind as fumes from herbs. Romance, is an illusion. A mirage seen only by the most famished traveler, Dying alone in the desert. In his moment of despair, He sees -or thinks he sees- An Oasis to save him, To guide him, to feed him. And he is saved. Saved in his madness, trying to find hope where there is none, Bringing reason to an illogical word. No, I am not immune. I do…see love all around me. Love is real, for some. But not for I. Not for I. It is I who am misguided, I who is intoxicated And my drug is reason. Love… Escapes me...