LOVE LOST, OR LOVE FOUND?

I stop to wonder at how the feminine that had influenced my thought process all these years - when lifts its spell for a while - love is met in a wholly new way. I have never read accounts of such love in novels or ballads. But yes, I think I can feel it, and its discovery is as frightening as it is alleviating...

I glimpse at a fulgid, radiant splendor

in times of calm, silent wanderings;

I know I need to walk by you,

and paint my own path to nowhere...

O light, what didst thou do to me?

I have all love conjured alone for thee;

I seek a sense of peaceful glory

in what mine soul unearths down deep

I do not deify lust any more,

and mulling over the feminine, set off-shore;

Pray, what has really gone wrong with me?

Why is what I feel not sorrow, but glee...

- the Guy Next Door