Love is the Triumph of Imagination over Intelligence

Within my skull, your wretched name is etched. I am your slave, for though the name resounds endlessly, never do I dare speak it, in fear of letting slip my fiery passion.

Your presence prompts my heart and mind to race. And all too soon, the heart triumphs every ounce of logic.

Had I the opportunity I’d stare forever into your eyes, the windows to your soul. On the rare chance upon which I caught glimpses into you eyes, I witnessed swimming playfulness, coupled with humbled maturity. Ah, alas, this is but inconsequential, for the witness shall only be a witness for evermore…

It is doubtful that you will ever say my name as if it were holy. With even more certainty and conviction, our gaze will never meet, so as to connect our souls as one. This I am sure, for I have spoken to the fates themselves. The crass tapestry they’ve woven is evident.

It reveals that I was right from the beginning. The world I reside at present, is not my home. It is yours.

You have coerced me without knowing it. Return me my heart.

“Love is the triumph of imagination over intellience.” -Henry Mencken

Logen