I do not know love

I do not know of love

I do know of that siren that beckons humanity to its ungrateful frost.

I wish to find it.


I am involved in falsities.

Thoughts of love that I call upon in my weakest moment. Cold hands and hairs stringing up my arms as if to say “hold me. Come hold me.”

I've met a few where I resonate; the word love.

I’d offer flesh and bone to satiate their desire or health.

But that is not love.

That is the delusion I've convinced myself of.

I do not know who you are.

Spirit of love that will one day dance within me and sing such a song that wraps my vocal cords with excitement and fear.

I do not know what form you will take.

All I know is that you will be

I do not know where you are

Just, that you are


Swimming deep inside of me I feel this deep seeded ounce of regret.

Do I already know you? But how.

If I do, could you force yourself to be seen??

I am in woe of what you may ask of me for such a great gift.

Today I offered the lords and beings above and around all that they must take to fulfill my selfish desire.

To be a martyr for my own feeling,

To have a love that even poets can not describe in any more words then: Unattainable.

Words that a lesser man can only speak of in tones of amazement. A sensation that cannot be accepted by mortals who have never understood the right to all and the acceptance of such a thing that could one day plague your mind with hope.

Something so great that it hurts to believe that it is real. And that we do not have it.


The right to be forever with another.

To live in contrast and flavor of design that hope and fear can swirl like tides becoming a world splitting riptide.

One so love that to even question it would make you weep


I have family, friends, and past lovers. So why do I not know “love”

Why must I be so uniformed on the topic that I believe to be so true?


I wish to sing like you. 2 souls whose minutes can bleed into years. As if there was never a dull moment in our wake. 

To feel your life bleed into mine and become emptiness and everything all at once, intertwined by lavish laces made of fate.


I do not believe in soul-mates. For I have never seen one. Not in my generation have I seen something I could define as love. Just Fleeting emotions wrapped in lust and social desire.


I wish to have a lover that the one orpheus would sing of.

One so beautiful that the forest would shake in tears and bend to the words of man.

I want to be with you. Spirit of love in the form you take. I want to be the king of the world if that's what it takes to carry such a burden like your love.

I want to bleed with you.

Love so intently and unanimously that when one of us eventually dies, the gods will sow our love into the sky and we can dance together in the empty space basked in the moonlight, as if the space made by the stars is a sign of respect and envy.


Sometimes I spout poetic nonsense. One so repressed and coiled in my muscle bound body, that it's hard to recognize me.

I want you to peel back every fiber built upon my bone and wrap your scent into my very core.

I want to feel your gaze flattening my worries and sprinkling my heart strings with a childlike wonder.


Next to you I want to feel all powerful and able to organize the mountains in a way that fits your beauty the best.

Next to you I want to feel weak. As if your smile could crumble cities built upon Diamond walls and obsidian spikes wrapped by the very idea of defense.

With each taste bud in your mouth desperately holding on to a way to say- “I love you”.

A sentence that is rarely backed in our world. A phrase so commonplace we take for granted what it could mean.

The term “I love you”... will be yours and yours alone.

For no other admirer could be proud of that sentence after the way you speak it to me. Creating an indefinite calm in a raging storm with just the term.


What I hear today when someone says that token phrase is, I desire you. Breaking me into special parts of what you want and what you think you love.


I wish to know who you are


Where you are


My throat shakes when I beckon the gods, and all that may be the divine powers we crane our neck to see.


I want to know your love

I want to show you mine

Come find me



--Jett Kassab, 9/3/2023

Theme : Love