Love

Love (ideally)
should unite.
Resulting in
an incandescent flame.
Perfect.
Pure.
Luminiscent.
Love (ideally)
should divide.
Like
oil and water
barely skimming over surfaces
fearful of deeper explorations.
Love (ideally)
should be everything
and nothing.
It should make you
philosopher and poet.
Angel and demon.
Lover and loved.
Parent and child.
Friend and enemy.
Love (ideally)
should make you remember.
All that is
was
and will be
if only
you let go
enough to fall
in love.