WHAT CAN BE SAID OF LOVE?

What can be said of love?
That has not been spoken of,
In a million ways,
And on a million tongues?

In vain,
We try giving form,
To the formless,
Like attempting,
To capture light,
In a small glass jar.

Many moons ago,
I thought,
I knew what love was,
But thinking,
Has no part in this.

When I looked,
Into the eyes,
Of the Beloved,
I gave myself,
To infinity.

Once there,
I was captivated,
By the mysteries,
Of worlds,
Within worlds.

Now,
There is,
No hope,
For me.

You see,
I am gone,
Having realized,
I am drunkenly,
And,
Hopelessly,
Lost,
In,
You.