The party

Love is a crazy thing.
A horrible, beautiful, crazy thing.
An ever changing thing in us all
for better or worse.
People hope for it,
People die for it,
they give the last inch they have in their souls for it,
they live, durge and dance in its bewildering name.
Jane said dancing is the food of love.
Agreed in part.
The part that adores displays of affection;
bringing someone to a certain point,
the point where all they can do is what they know.
What comes naturally
because for that moment they cannot do anything
but the innate due to the armed seraphim's influence.
When love is true and deep there is need;
need for contradicting allies: bravery and fear.
Bravery to keep holding on no matter what
the course of time may bring.
And fear for having it end before its destined fate.
One fuels the other.
Fear driven bravery and bravery creating investment that we fear being lost.
A vicious cycle.
But when love is lost 
and warm breezes are taken 
by a bitter sea
The spaces created by such investments 
and time are left open and bare.
We are abandoned.
Temporarily without hope.
Temporarily empty shells
of who we once were.
And Edgar said "Nevermore"
as did others.
The gaps and chasms may never be filled again.
Some love only once, only some.
Scars are formed after old wounds heal
and only the foolish remove the armor again.
Fools with too much courage
and a broken keel
letting their souls be driven by the wind.
William said mortals are fools.
Indeed.
Foolish are those who have decided to hope 
for love again, find it worth dying for again,
giving inches for, living for, flying and dancing for
again and again.
True love is for fools who love music and company
and I am among the party.