No Regrets

We’ll fall in love
and it will not be

What is love worth
if not savored in every moment

Love is not a lesson
but a sensual and spiritual experience

Logic yields to touch

Touch is but one word
for fleeting convergence

Sense is but another word
for perception

I perceive you
as you perceive me

Love is the engagement of perception
in its purest form

That engagement never ends

It either blooms
or it withers

But it never ends