My love for Jonathan knows almost no bounds,
Nor does it knows where it's going,
Quite directionless and aimless.
Demented octogenarians have a greater clue than my love.
Actually, besides being 'love',
I don't think it has any redeeming qualities.
Come to think.
It's very lazy.
One moment filled with limitless joy & energy.
Next, slight indifference.
It depends too much on proximity.
As I said few, if any redeeming qualities.
But when it is overflowing
There is warmth,
& an indescribable joy that cannot be boxed in by mere words.