Love is Metamorphosis

By Gabriella Cerra

Only fools walk in,

each as one person,

and out another.

Each has a vision of life

and gradually loses sight.

For when her daring eyes inspire challenge

and cunning spirit causes your ego damage,

you find yourself awake as you lie.

envisioning the twinkle of her eye.

You fell for life's tender trap,

but to escape, there is no map.

When his arms form the walls of your home,

and every word is a poem,

into the metamorphosis, you fell,

as, on his warmth and homely scent, you dwell

As the cocoon enwraps your heart,

it misses not a single part.

Beholds something new,

in each day you travel through.

When falling in love, feeling somber, or feeling glee,

changed everything you see.

Grey skies turn blue

or blue skies turn grey.

Dead trees and flowers bloom anew

or vibrant petals and leaves fall away.

Fools walk in blind, unaware, unforeseeing.

Whether by opposition or without protest,

each loses to the feeling.

The transition is composed of feelings.

Each somber and joyous state is unreeling

Once in, each fool accepts and just goes through,

in hope of elate fate being true.

Formed within the ineffable beings

is a wonderful cage,

a chrysalis of emotion.

Through this metamorphosis, within your heart lies all the commotion.

Some fools lie trapped and alone,

isolated and unknown,

while they cry,

and nobody cares why.

Some fools fall together,

for all weather is sun as bore together.

The chrysalis seems less dark,

when companionship is your hearth.

Lunacy is love's natural gauge.

To ask, "How crazy has the fool become?"

is to ask, "How far in love is he so gone?"

In the cage,

lies the hearts of all the fools

who walk in and accept their duels.

Between what was and what has become,

the fight to escape the inevitable metamorphosis was never truly one.

For what was has vanished,

and the original fool stays banished,

metaphorized and born anew

is the heart of each fool, elated or blue.

Once love's metamorphosis is to begin,

little is certain,

as you crawl to your lover,

and take each strife,

blissfully ignoring what is right.