As the light spreads the darkness

Inside absorbing the very essence of

Joy, anger, fear developing beyond

The point of human demarcation and

The focus on one still remains

Love, the true source of joy if

At all it exists

The source of warmth if there

Is cold

The source of brightness if

There is dark

Yet a contradiction to all the above

As I gaze into those dreamy eyes

I realize the true source

Love in nothingness

A vacuum

A vacuum of love.