Love is mundane

Love is mundane
Its no art
There are no strokes of brushes
No sense of a lovely, spectacular frame
No heart wrenching beautiful words
No great poet's verses
There is no insane imagination
There are no gypsies, there are no dwarfs
No feeling of daze, no feeling of floating
No holy smoke out of a fake saint's mouth
Smiles are extended through lipsticks
Tears through rain water
There is no freedom
There are no dreams

It is life at its root level
Low, low, really low
You had reached so high
I saw you there
What made you come back?
Did I hear you say love!
Oh!
Sad!
Told you
Loneliness is the most common excuse
Oh, so love made you less lonely.
Or more?
Go figure...