When Love Speaks

This was a prompt on notes a few weeks ago. I couldn't participate then.

You don’t follow when I beckon
Because you only desire 
my euphoria, and not my agony

You merely exist in a state of anhedonia
Without laughter or tears
An unbreachable wall of coldness

You’ve been wounded by my passion
Now you deny your heart’s desire
Living in a dead zone of skeletons

You have become a seasonless world
A landscape void of color
An arid desert when emotions don’t survive

You refuse to bleed willingly and joyfully
Because you fear the loss of control
But love can’t be possessed

You roam the wastelands of lovelessness
Without experiencing the sweet surrender
Of your own understanding of Love

When I find you worthy of me
I will direct the course of your heart
The walls you have erected 
Won’t withstand my raging storm

Namaste