Love can’t be prescribed
Like a doctor prescribes medication.
Take two three times a day
After meals and blah blah blah…
It has no algorithms.
It can’t be programmed.
If reason is the thesis,
Love is the antithesis.
It pulls tongues at science
And holds the middle finger to scientists.
You can’t slice it open
With a scalpel and pinpoint
Its vital and reproductive organs.
It can’t be legislated
Like those draconian
Immorality Acts
In Apartheid South Africa.
Imprison it
And it will
BREAK OUT STRONGER
Than it was ever before,
Bending and breaking bars.
It is what it is.
A wild seed that germinates where it wills
And takes root where it is unexpected
Until one day you see
It blossoming,
Petals unfolding and full of colour.
And you wonder by what alchemy
It grew in such an unusual place.
Love is its own prescription.
The chemical reaction
Taking over your head and heart;
Leaving you giddy and high.
It’s the elixir
Pulsing through the highways
And alternative routes of your body,
Killing the pathogens and viruses
Poisoning your heart and soul.
It restores your sense of balance
And healthy outlook on life.
It is the prescription
Pharmaceuticals can’t monopolise
And make a killing,
Transforming us into
Over the counter addicts.
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