Love is opportunism.
Not the filial love,
or the generational love,
more appropriately affectional love,
or the filial love,
or the love of or for God,
the one which sometimes is
misconceived as platonic,
is an oppurtunism.
It looks for expression
like the twig of a tree,
like the branch of a root.
It wants to be eternal.
So it must consummate.
It must pay tribute
to being unfolded,
springing forth from the unknown,
wants not to be discarded.
Love is opportunistic.
It is a pact between two.
Two hearts want to resonate,
to be in tune with ultra and the supra sound spectra
of the universe;
to be part of the eternal.
