He is unknown.
An equation that can’t be explained.
He has no definition.
All but a sense of emotions that can’t be obtained.
He’s the one.
The one we just can’t seem to be without.
Of sex, color and race.
There are no expectations with him.
No manual to be studied.
He comes with no warning.
As if the sound of space.
As a broken heart.
There is no path of escape from him.
He clings on to every memory we acquire.
Every heartache we pray to end.
He is one of many faces.
Disguises himself in many forms.
This painful unknown.
He whom we can’t live without.
Truly is, the nativity of love.