For the love of love...

Walking on wandering feet,
Along unknown road and aimless street;
Searching, seeking, on the quest,
For the love of love itself.

Love as passion, love as zest,
Carnal, needy, and all the rest;
None of these in itself do i seek,
But only the love of love itself.

Love that nourishes, that which consumes,
Creating, sustaining or that doth expunge
None of these do i desire,
Save the love of love itself.

As drifting leaf on intent winds,
My meandering soul finds many sojourns;
I see a glimmer, an illusion of hope,
But it eludes me, --the love of love itself.

Tired, vanquished, in despair,
Failed endeavour, homeward i repair;
Still i turn to that elusive notion,
I yearn for the love of love itself.

Disturbed thoughts in chaotic strife,
Unasked questions and unanswered voices;
Interrupted emotions restlessly restrained,
All for the love of love itself.

At long last, the stormy clouds part,
Streaks of golden sunlight bathe
My mind into tranquility, peace then beatitude,
With the love of love itself.

I lost myself in a divergent journey,
In obsessive pursuit of a concept;
And in the end found it in me,
The precious love of love itself.