A Mystery Called Love (Reedited)

A Mystery Called Love (Reedited, original version is reposted below)


Water splashed. ...might be the

mistaken window pane dew 

On that stormy Independence [Day] night that which he hoped he knew—



Just when we waited... expected,

for the fire, shine; 

Later, we then have learned 

that 'tis...'tis a morning sign


If only the world is made for people

who know only love 

We, of course, would never 

have asked what 'tis made of. 

The reposted original, raw/unedited version:

A Mystery Called Love (unedited version)


Water splashed...might be

mistaken for window's dew

On that stormy independence

a night which he hoped he knew



Just when we waited..

expected, for the fire, to shine;

What we later have learned

that 'tis...'tis a morning's sign


If only the world is made

for people who know only love

We, of course, would never

have asked what 'tis made of.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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Territorial Imperative (An Affected Poem About Chances In Love)

Territorial Imperative 


You know that I could love

you with agape;


It is such a wonder that you

had stopped me on my way


But when I had to think of you

It has kept me dazed—always


My waking states alter day-to-day

Just for seeing your smiling face


A guy who would be likened

to a man, by a woman


It is unchartered territory,

But it could be the best one.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Reedited 07.11.2019 (misspelling/typographical error corrections that are affecting its sense-making intended meaning-making attempts, e.g., or losinng. perhaps < or losing*, perhaps):  

"Territorial Imperative" is a poem about getting (or losing, perhaps) our chances in love.  But this is taken from my viewpoint, of my own subjective chance(s) or lack thereof—because it is relational (at the time when it was written).  The date of the comosition supposedly was on 04/18/2017 at around 04:56 A.M.