LOve bats

Are our hearts not yearning, cupidity and ravenousness? Like nocturnal beasts they play.
Once my eyes were stolen by it, and thank mercy mine again just roll away.
It´s not a choice you make, and if it is- it´s fake... on your interests, your career and what´s at stake.
No love´s a bat that carries you, or let´s you fall and drains you, an animal that worships the moon.
It hangs in our own hearts, and it´s desire is to tear us apart.
It´s not about seeking somebody needy, or leaving the past behind.
It´s not about flying out with the soul intention of finding someone who´s kind.
Sometimes beyond lust, it drives us and before it departs we hunger, we surely pine.
A flying creature using sonar, with the air and the night it binds.Love is a bat fraternizing with our vulnerable hearts and minds.
It´s a mystery, and if it´s real, it´s just as truly BLIND.