On love that is not dependent ON, but exists, regardless, deep inside of us. On love as a state of being.

my deepest love
is almost empty
empty as the deep sea below

where few things can live
but beautiful stillness
where not even sunbeams can go

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there it exists
my love, undisturbed,
unchanging, ungraspable, free

safe from pollution
peaceful in storms
a mystery to mankind and me

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in the depth of my love
there are no happy feelings
the colourful fish swim above

in shallower waters
with all other feelings
too shallow for deep water love

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no, my deepest love
has an absence of feelings
no words, nothing to explain

it’s the absolute stillness
found in an ocean
so deep no sensations remain