An emotion of its own.

An emotion of its own.

When the permutations 

of love was absorbed,

transient in the phase,

transparently consumed.

There was no trace

left.....of love.

Lost,

it didn't matter.

No one knew 

of love's combination.

No one had the key

to the permutations.

There was no order

or rationality.

Love found a way

on its own....

entering and leaving.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Love like liquid or a gas flows in and can just as easily flow out again - omg did I say like a gas - so i have just demoted love to a fart. Duh anto !!
This is sincere and heartfelt Andrew. I liked this a lot.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you my friend in Northern skies, ANTO. Off the topic and onto food I'm craving an Irish stew or Stovies from Scotland somewhere. Hungry at the moment. lol

[ANTO]

Thats right, it's lunchtime where you are Andrew. I had a lovely fry up today - bacon, sausage, hash browns, potato bread and soda bread, mushrooms and grilled tomatos and a lovely fried egg. I would have saved you some but ..meh... Im a greedy horse. lol
xDD

[andrew mitchell]

haha my kind of breakfast or brunch. Yep! Thoughts to chew on.:)

[ANTO]

Don't you have a barbie on a Sunday? ;p

[andrew mitchell]

Currently No! We are saving for a weber q then its charcoal heaven!

[V]

"Love found a way on its own". True is that. Awesome lines.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Vanessa for your kind words!