Waves to fall in love

Men eyes heave on woman as waves, on the shore.

Each wave of men has got a crush on her.

Waves in succession rise and fall ashore,

Each flash yielding innumerable droplets,

That have very much bearing on the shore.

Do they do without a purpose?

Do they do without any pleasure?

Is not the pleasure itself a purpose?

Acts of love are an on-going pleasure.

It purrs the senses, thanks to dopamine.

It enlivens the body, thanks to Endorphin

and Enkaphalins.

Loving is like breathing, with the end not in view.

30.12.2002