In’s and Out’s


I feel trapped in his love, this love I feel and what he feels.

The urge to know the sensation one brings you and at the same time trying to escape it.

Feeling on edge when its not around, but I appreciate the preference of having my own company. How can a soul effect me so deeply.

Different worlds I enter and he somehow does not disappear.

I want to go crazy sometimes, smash my surroundings… for his soul to have got into mine, how is it possible. I can’t escape.

It’s dangerous.

Why do I make it such a problem? Why do I allow his energy to arouse me and make love to me and then i’m fighting his being – i’m trying to run but I cannot.

There’s a mystery in it all but I see myself as someone in whom no one can get into. . where my lonely parts are calming and secretive. In this place I cultivate myself, but where someone has been subtle in their approach to enter it, it has caused me to be  some what weaker but yet strong.

I cannot deny the powerful connection I feel towards him, deep down I think my firm hold on love itself is so deep that sharing it with another would make me lose control, and it surely has.

No one has reached where he has reached with me, no one has had that capacity to do so.

He is a Divine King that has swept into my chambers, and kissed my neck slowly awaking my chakra’s to his masculine touch. I am stilled. . . what more can I say.

For to say i’m insane would be politically correct, I have found my inner sanity even in the blur of thunder and storms – yet still his essence continually reassures me, it continues to make me know that he is the lead.

Sharing this love in the spiritual realms of ecstasy and being taken out of my self with him – surely no other human could carress me so.

Is this love on my mind or in my spirit?

Whichever one it has completely taken over my soul, and lifted me into imaginations unexplainable!

Is he exploring me?

Who knows.

The In’s and Out’s of this all has made a home in me.

Like I said,

‘I’m just a strange young lady living in a silhoutte world’






A gush of emotions, a waterfall of feelings an unstoppable beating heart.

Quick breaths, slow breaths …

whispers and silence. Glued eyes, tired eyes.

Your kiss wants to heal me. . .

my tug is here and there. You want to lose all you are in me but i’ll watch in awe.

I’ve constantly given myself to you, drooling at every time you showed up – silenced in your approach. I’ve been in different worlds caught up in our soul.

Exasperated, you may leave and find another her.

Unapologetic, I may walk away and another he will discover me.

You entered me knowing it may leave us estranged, I entered you knowing I would be lost in the breath of my own longing – in which disappears as quick as I can disappear.

So why did I fall into your charm, into your secret.. why did I let it chase my being. Oh’ you knew the thoughts of my mind and how you can play it against my own self.

You are an intruder. I never beckoned you. . . neither did I lure you.

A subtle creature you are.

I admire your bravery in which I find that my whole inner

core is not dominated by you.

You are a player, you play as much as you want. . over-exaggerate and create such tragic stories in thought it’s hallucinating and for this

I have no care, in this I have no worries . . for in this we are not attached. You sowed nothing more than a memory in which I am not tied too.

Tears will not crawl, anger will not prevail.. but my heart is no longer your home.

It seems cruel, and vicious and unrecognizable but maybe we don’t seem to understand it in ourselves, maybe it’s too powerful that we fight for it so much.

I’m yearning for you and your aching for me in your own stillness. . then we are cold in our sheets.

This portrait is a design full of white, grey and black.. small dots of yellow and slashes of purple.

We don’t hold keys no more, we are keys.. We wonder in the wilderness, the deserts and the streets of old waiting for the echoe of Life to reveal ourselves to eachother.

Why did you bother?

Why did you notice me?

You should of never came my way.

You should of never felt my heart or looked into my eyes.

Why did you take me away knowing I would only return.

Why did you test the only part of me you knew, was my secret chambered doors, knowing at the right time.. it would be my turn.. to feel it’s smooth caress in my own being.. did you think we were alike. Did you think we were mirrors.

Black mirrors. We are nothing alike.

The art of love is an imagery projected from an outter glass, where the flow of connections beats far greater than seeing you.

You will no longer have my mind or capture my heart, and I no longer yours.

We will walk away surprised by this faze.. this place where we both know no one else will fill.

What to say but to stare at you empty, expressionless.

You tried to bite me. . . You tried to bite me.

I looked you deep in the eye and wrestled your hold.

Until the end of all.. the art of love will be my call.


All I remember was I made love to him telepathically, I felt him.. was it him? A feeling I cannot and will not forget.

I somehow was pulled into his energy one morning and I was caught up in ecstasy.

I guess this drive I feel towards him is something unforgettable, nothing else or no other soul could possibly compare. Complicated in my ways, I sometimes feel that it would be to hard to love me. . that I’d over complicate things.

That my longing is too strong, and deep and at times cut off and disconnected. This I don’t mean to happen but it does and how can one be loved in such uncertanties.

He has never come close to me apart from being close to my soul, apart from spiritually being a face I hold on to.. although I hadn’t looked into him long enough. I stumbled into this love, and never knew I did.

Three occasions I had seen him, The 1st I was crossing a road and he came out of the cafe and his presence roared at me.. I had to look away.. I felt it deep in me.. the second I don’t think he knew I saw, I looked out the bus window in awe of him.. as I was returning home from work.. his focus ahead of him and neither looking elsewhere. He was the only one I noticed on that road, although there were people entering the grocery store ..he strongly caught my attention.. he just looked ahead. The third time, I saw him turn into a road..with the corner of my eye.. and my spirit leaped but I continued on until my heart beated with his.. or for him maybe.

As if things weren’t already strange, from that day everything changed. I didn’t realize it was him I was feeling, having been so caught up on a past incident and my mind trying to make sense of an eye connection that played with my emotion I somehow didn’t realize he was the one I knew deep down I felt. I had no idea why but that day on the bus when I saw him something in me recognized him.. I was so fascinated by him in the most awkward way.. my breath .. I gasped.. on all 3 occasions.

I somehow went through ups and downs, tricks in my brain and I had no idea what I got myself into but I realized I was stumbling in love with this young man, and I didn’t know him.. only of him.. I guess everything is connected. He’s touched me in places that no one has, and my feelings have opened up in ways that I never knew they would for anyone in this lifetime.

So fierce, and calm.. a gushing river and then it transforms into a rocket zooming out of space. . a space only I know of.. I never knew he would know. . or come close enough to know.

I felt him and I allowed him to feel me, and life continues to proceed onwards, and for all I know this experience was something that some say doesn’t always last. I still think about him, I wonder what he’s doing and if he’s okay.. sometimes it’s like he’s here and then he’s gone.. but i’ve also got to live my life. .  otherwise I would go extremely out of it.

What to do when your whole life has been dramatically impacted by something that is far deeper than I could imagined. Something that took a hold of me and it’s winds blew me to and fro. Where everything fell apart and you have to somehow find a way to put it back together again.

He wasn’t an obsession he was somehow a heart experiment completed. He managed to woo me, and I had not been woo’d as strongly as this in my LIFE. No one has woo’d me in my life but he.

There’s a whole range of emotions emerged into one in this writing. Where ever he is, he may remember.. I may run in his mind.. or he mine.. but a long lost love is just merely that isn’t it. The desire to connect deeply in you with another and once it’s done.. I guess the story ends.

Do I want the story to end.. no.. but I don’t know how else I’d react to the story. Maybe the idea of he truly making love to me in reality is something that I think.. what would it be like?

How would I be.. possibly.. breathless.. in deep connection with his core.. would our souls really dance in tune with eachother. I’d never know, all I know is how his energy ran through me .. caressing me.. intertwining with mine. All I know is what I experienced.

I’m a strange young lady in a silhoutte world. . . Love is stronger than death, Love is a lightening powered by a force of wind, Love is a secret parable wrapped in the arms of warm tenderness. What is a deep mesmerizing experience to do .. alter my perception on a feel I knew existed, on something I was highly aware of? Should I continue being it’s role, or at times we step down off the whole wheel of this silhoutte world and understand what we are, who we are and why we deeply connect with others.

I love him, but love itself is more than just what we think.. we have not yet understood it’s intent … we somehow sway with the notions.

I’m a strange young lady in a silhoutte world, and he found me only to woo me. . . and to whom will I look upon.. in this spirit.. and who will look upon me. I guess his spell was my antidote. . my response an endless rebirth.

I’m just a peculiar young lady in a silhoutte world.




Mans will has become incompacitated by the minds of intrigued men who have become unlawfully bias in the pursuit of world domination. Each move well thought out in the processes of minds in which they form a great multitude of operations conducting hidden choices as a means of reconstructing planetary evolution. Your conscious mind is not wholly what it is and was created to be, neither is it measured by brain functions alone. The brains ultimatum is the life and death of many. The ability to justify existence is known by one source alone. That is the supreme, the existence of things unseen, comic it may seem but the wind forces itself to its destruction – manipulated too by science. . If wind self destructs unseen but felt, a supreme Lifegiving essence is among us greater than the wind. One must not conform to identify with the corrupt act, but one must war with his inner man to forge an arc. Conscious ideas and simularities are a common and proven track record of men, to be honest the peak of a man is scientists discoveries that are only capable of reforming mental states of brain activity through experiment procedures, but cannot reform life to a higher state of welfare. Conscious thought can dwindle conscious perception.  Both being afar off from similarity, and neither cause or affect.
It is one mans own revolution, another mans state and an entire nations ecstatic renaissance. .Mastery of Life must be to live in fellowship eternally but who is the conduct of this move, science experimentation, experience, solitude or the highest heavens?

– LovesMysteries


No tears in the soul.

A memory of her and him – her and them.

rollercoasters of emotions, vomits of the

core. Running cannot solve matters.

The past only must be left behind, why revive it.

Blood and sweat running down my body –

I guess this was what I asked for. The bruised

heart is the glassed art piece in the gallery.

Roses never fade.

Emotions numbed by all there is, is the rock

really firm to not feel? To watch the feel and

glance at it’s story in us all. Is this what it all was.

The sight to sunrise in dark matter, the unquenchable

force of wind, the solitude itself sat in confinement..

what must the silence say, without your presence?

Neither gloomy, neither forcefully in high – but the neutral

essence of the being, the eyesight of the seeing.

Seen or Unseen, whats the worries or even the

bother, for when your seen.. theres not at all

a difference even when not. The mystery is somewhere

in the locked door, the existence in a haze of smoke,

the smile with hidden eyes, the sight in which

glances away. Tears and joys of life and the

fallen leaves of the age.

The long walk with the mystery is worth..

more than any treasure. The open fruit juice,

melting with sweetness in the mouth of the babe..

the smile of the Father and Mother.

Do you see the eyes unseen, do you see it.

It’s a life within you – unstoppable and called on.

Many eyes around us, within us.. but this beauty

unseen is actually evidently seeing. . I see it right now.

It’s existence peaks not through my eyes alone.

That aliveness is

not only present through the eye – but the mystical

eye. . Holy Spirit – the wholeness of Spirit revived in ones

own Living soul. . yes within the soul lives the immortal eyes of the many eyed ones.

The soft heart, reaching out of the world – furthur on from this clay – activating a mysterious wind around it.

Listen to the soul of the curvascious piano, observe the

elegant legs of the ballet, the still melodic turn of

the peacock. Are all these my anchors and more,

we can not foretell the comings and goings of

this life can we? Is the golden age a time of unlimited

spiritual existence within the both of us?

Are we the repetoire of our own neuro-shrewedness?

Does the heavy breaths matter, the sighing of your moans in the ear of the lover, the tears of love and abound patience in the clutter.

The bodies clinging to eachother desiring not to let go, the touch of eachother so soft and so slow. . . is this outter body experience of the souls a vivid climax of the eternal presense in commune – right there among them.

The heat of the eyes of their souls pleading for nothing else but more, more, and more.. the weakness and strength the murmours and shouts, the eyes closed.. nothing else but

a motion where feels are now exterminated & what is left

has not touched earth as of yet, but it explodes in the arms of the both of them?

These are not feelings, they are not emotions … why do they behave in such a way where it cannot control them..

now they control this and when they think they

are in control, they lose it all and then

the many eyed ones take place in this ancient home

and then they disappear in the dance – the sacred

dance unspoken of – their own mystery silence.

Is this what I asked for? To see and see and see. . .

We keep Kaleidoscoping.




Lucid Discoveries.

Can one distinguish the fact between autonomy and empiricism?

Autonomy is holding the self-governing, self-will and ever-growing potential in the balanced source within to evaluate the proceedings of Life’s ultimate will in the home of the beholder.

Empiricism is Knowledge and experience, accumalated through philosophy and the excessive study of books so one’s own brain can create it’s own wit began by another.

They both work together quite well allowing one to form new forms from both themselves and the knowledge they inherit from others and from observation.

Exploration is in fact a word that is an experiment of one’s own self. This is acceptable when one’s own reason is capable of understanding that it can go beyond it’s own being. Going beyond, is this one’s own secret? To go beyond, you either tread carefully or lose your method in the process, regaining yourself is a war. Do you know the master in who trains you for the greater beyond?

For it is not against human enemies that we have to struggle up against but against the principalities and the ruling forces who are masters of the darkness in this world, the spirits of evil in the heavens. (Ephesians 6:12)

To man it is impossible, but nothing is impossible to God. Direct words from the Christ.

What does it take to explore? Equilibrium, the state of one’s own calmness. This mystery is revolved in every being but we do not shed ourselves completely, to maintain it’s momentum.

Autonomy is self based, giving one the right to establish for himself his own setting, empericism allows your knowledge and experience to create your facts, and therefore adhere to philosophical information to branch from .. more and more. Exploration is the dive, but the dive is silence. Ideas and concepts create whirlwinds of information and excitement, exploration, when it’s rational state has continually knocked within itself.. has its foundation in both masteries within autonomy and empericism.

We sometimes do not know what we hold.

You are the philosophy of life under the arc of covenant which of course is defined by the mystery itself, the kingdom being inside of you and not outside of you. So what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul? He gains nothing. His pleasures and excitments are of the physical creations that limit his horizon at the source within, which is  built to gain more of him and less of the outter him.

New creation’s derive from order in exploration of the inner man, which does not consist of outter appearance. So diving into silence, is the only way to therefore pin one’s own perceptions, whether skeptical in theory or found in providence in a divine stature within one’s own home.

So Love, your decor and mannerisms are of it’s own accord.. To one’s own wishes, not confined by the shaking of hands, or the kiss on the cheek neither the foolish laughter of secret jokes or even so the polluted idea’s of concepts.

Be ye not conformed to the world, but be renewed in the mind, above is within – below is without.

Think of the things above, everything honourable, true, upright, what is good and praiseworthy. (Phillipains 4:8)

If that rule regulates in you exploration is therefore creating it’s own paradigm within you.


i ‘ m – a l r e a d y – y o u r s

Let me not be flabbergasted by

your intention. I’m a little taken away

by your plans. I’m trying not to

smirk, maybe If I do it may put it to a

HAULT. I somehow have skipped through

the phases, waiting for you. Should this be

the ice in the tea, with cream on top..

i’ll stick some toffees into there too.

Why don’t you go ahead and stare me

in my eyes if you wish. It might freak you 

out right, this position we always find

ourselves in. Why are you building houses?

Is this home solid and stable, am I an art piece,

would you stick me on the wall, maybe a canvas ..

or the simple lined poetry from a saying, instilled in the

memoir of your intuition. I’m not addictive.

You just seem to excuse me as some.. skeptic sunflower

in the swirl of a rose. Stop, staring at my lips. I get it,

I really do, it’s on going right.

The constant repetoire of affirmations through us.

Now your staring at my eyes, my brown

pupils have enlarged huh? Your digging

in but there’s no solid answer, perplex.

It’s simple but less aggravating if you don’t

over assess it. It’s strange, us.. me.. you.

I get it, I really do. We both know though, right?

Things not everyone else knows. Is this

our secret, or is it exposed. We aren’t hallucinating,

I can bear solid witness to that, but

your still staring.. what do you see?

A sparkle isn’t enough for you to..

say any words, isit out of yourself then?

You are but a drop of lavender in my essence

yet the oil is not smothering

itself on me, instead it steams. Your holding

the tea cup in a strange way. I never knew you liked coffee.

It makes me hmm.. wonder.

Ground coffee it is. You are interesting. Your smiling.

Why are you smiling. So now i’m meant to look away,

embarrased by your face.

Wait, Argghhh… O o o p s, I just .. arghhh… I spilt it

all down my trousers. Why are you doing this

to me. So your eyes penetrated into me ..

and I was smiling and then .. everything slipped.

Drink the waters of your coffee, and leave the particles

inside ..can I mix it with the toffee and cream?

I’m uhh.. wondering if.. well.. you .. uhhh …

actually never mind.

I get it, I really do. Say nothing, its best not to.

We are a silence that moves deeper than

a floet. . a poet. . a rap. . even a song. .

a ballet dance tries to call us . .  the violin is

digging there  – but it’s just us.

Our own mystery book that we have created.

You are my pages and I am yours.

You are my writing and I am yours.

Delicate you are, it is distorting my sight.

Maybe uhh. . . now I can’t look at you..

now i’m ahhh.. okay stop staring into

me as I speak, I can’t breathe. .

If breath was the last dose

of medicine you would be mine..

no.. no.. don’t respond back – i’m already yours.





Do they push us for greater or do we stay cradled in the manger?


I often time’s wondered why challenges were a part of life.. in what ways we were able to see ourselves through difficulties, or maybe through the joys. Through the whole journey the mental processes somehow develop faculties that enhance our perspective in the different alleyways of the mind.

Usually we are prone to over-react, distancing ourselves – fighting our being and others around us but we do not stop to revitalize the inner man, or in other cases to view our inner beings as a source of life to expand than to deteriate in our own means.

Challenges come in many ways to stop us from developing life from within us or to allow us to strive to develop more life from within us. If God has given us Life to it’s full, why does humanity allow deception of concepts and idea’s to derange there way of thinking as soon as challenges appear or even so without the challenges appearing?

There are two roads in life: The wide and spacious road in which many go through and it leads to destruction. This road is made up of things outside of you seeking to get within you, things that influence us in every area of our life, supporting our challenges and befriending them. Many take this road because it’s easy to run from your problems, right? It’s easy to have an escape route than face who you really are.. It’s easy to allow the serpent to whisper lies in your mind and you follow the whole crowd.. or even the knowledge of all these good and evil dysfunctional ideas. Self destruct why don’t you. Follow the world, why don’t you. Be an ambassador for deception – atleast you can hide away from reality.

The other road is a narrow gate, and a hard road that leads to life, and only a few find it. This road is not easy, this road will arouse the challenges to appear more frequently than usual, this road will anger the masses, it will at times anger you for it is the road for the sentiment, the bold and courageous, the faithful, the seekers of truth, the one’s who question their existence. This road is for those who do not want to fit into an agenda but to explore the mysteries of life within them. Oh fellow friend how hard this road is, to be forced to adhere to the profanities of the world, to run from the lures of the outter man, to heed to the voice of the inner man.. to connect and disconnect from God – the supreme echoe of silence in ourselves – the still calming voice of hope somehow pursue the deepest part of your ownself and allow it to reveal to you all the lies of this carefully planned out corruption of reality – made by forces that work with power, pride and every deadly act of the soul.

   Are challenages a pinnacle movement of our souls or the last straw in the hay and lights are out?

Can you justify yourself in the mist of challenges?

Are you able to re-enforce a new developing being in the challenge or does the old template re-enforce you to become it’s delerium.

Let us bear in mind, the mental processes are a way we can fend for our own insight and as well as that share the spiritual truths from within them.

Will you always be in a manger or will the challenge make you see the greater within you, than what appears to be in the world?

If the world is already judged, then adjust yourself to righteous judgement and spiritual truth – maybe find the hidden depths of your own being too, this will definately guide you. The Holy Spirit doesn’t lie when it says he is your comforter.

Be not dismayed, didn’t Christ say he had already conqueored the world.. what about you.. can the challenage conqueor you or are you able to rise from within and know that to man it is impossible but to God, he who governs life in righteousness, in spirit and truth –  nothing is impossible.



I didn’t realize she would be the person that I had finally began to understand. Experiencing her was different, seeing her I knew she was not your average being but having taken the time out to discover her. .  she is not at all like any human I have met. I don’t want to make her seem like some perfect ethereal princess or some goddess. . .she is a mixture of many things which is very difficult to comprehend, her inner being is large but as large as it is , it is scarce. A phenomenon in her own right and yet still it isn’t a care for her.

It is beyond her, seemingly out of reach being not of this world.. although there are many worlds as some may say.. her’s is past all worlds and into the place of the eternal. Wild, yes but her child nature is an attentive wild times losing herself within it. Her inner words are endless, peculiar but effortless.

   Describing her is not easy, she is an experience, a feeling, a deep rollercoaster of one’s own spiritual awareness, emotions and inner world. A path into heaven and a roar out of hell.. a silence of blinks and a smile of nothingness. Must I go on? You would wonder how can she be loved – this too is something to ponder on, for she is full of something so deep that her urge for love is not filled by humanity or neither what it can offer her. Vanity and appearances are a fleeting crack-pipe too her, a disease of the mind. . to read her is impossible but her heart  is the floet of an angel and the cry of a baby, a firmness of a warrior but yet a distant melody.. an ache of a soothing sound.

    I have watched her, and analyzed her, and she is someone whose love changes people ..frightens people.. or pushes them away. It is special, but not something in which comes around often and is understood.. it takes time to understand her for she is not observed with the physical eyes.. only when you see her will you understand.. she is more than the eyes.

   To love her could be a challenge but not a difficult challenge a fun challenge – one in which could push you to the edge of yourself in thought or one in which triggers every part of you at once – leaving you entertwined in your ownself with elements of her vibrating in you. I don’t want to say it is like fire, or like water.. neither like the air.. this is swift, the breeze doesn’t seem to see her or catch her.. she bounces on the breeze – she is somewhat a melancholic instrument – observing the weather and unfolding within it but being an echoe of the weather, unseen.

    I love her soul, and it does have me alarmed at times but it is a special gift, in extreme measures.

Too have and too hold.

For better and for worse

In sickeness and in health. .

She hold’s that key, she holds that truth.

Mystery of mysteries and yet still it will continue to reveal itself.



Did he Woo me?

It feels like a love and hate relationship.

I know it isn’t. I’m just deeply in this.. whatever this is, I can’t get out even if I try. I know what I feel when he’s away and I know what I feel when his soul is present.

When I feel him, I sometimes push it away. It’s a mixture of me thinking it’s all in my brain, and the fact I genuinely believe this narrative I’ve seen play out around me.. Mr Woo was obviously involved.

I’ve felt things, I’ve never felt.. experienced things deep in me I can’t express or explain.. through the mess somehow he was in the mist. I feel like sometimes it’s not real. That he could be playing some game on me, that i’m actually losing my head and trying to keep up with the story.

I truly believe what I feel  but I feel weird at the same time, like.. it’s this feeling that he’s there and I want to free myself but if I do… it would be soooooooooooooooo strange.

I’m holding so tightly onto this part because he could be the boogey man, and turn out to be some one I hope he isn’t. I don’t know if this is love but his presence means alot to me. I can’t explain how much but it’s like I don’t ever want him to go away. He makes me shy, makes me quiet.. and at times all I want to do is hide. My insides go funny too, and I can’t really hide my true nature bare in mind i’ve never spoken to him, this is all just soulful feelings. I love him, and thats the hardest thing for me to face even though i’m facing it but i’m trying my hardest to keep it not real even though I want it to be. Love is a huge word to use but I don’t know what else to call it.

It’s me i’m trying to hide, the me that finally is freed in the presence of another who understands or wants to understand me. Only because i’m childish and used to being alone and i’ve learnt to like that. I can’t pretend to be anything else, but be me… I wish I wasn’t shy, but i’ve never felt this before, never.

Sometimes I wish it stayed in the dream world and the physical world didn’t make it a reality, but thats being petty. Love is a beautiful thing, it’s only that being naked in love after going through a war is like woah. Whats even more annoying is no man makes me feel as he makes me feel, it’s a unique feeling.. but it’s me. . and thats why I can’t seem to completely push it away. I’m scared it may go wrong, like I am just playing this whole thing ..and then it turns out to be true because I believe in my feelings whether they are there or not, but imagine… actually I shouldn’t imagine how wrong it would be. All I do is run. I show love to people, make them smile or laugh and help as much as I can but I run from love.

I’ve always wanted it but it’s difficult to free myself up to receive it in the way I deserve to have it.. because I know what I can be like.. I may over-love him or be annoying as I am to myself haha. To have a person you can share your secrets too is something fun, someone you argue with at times, you laugh with, hug and joke with. It’s just him.. there’s something about him that makes me want to run, but I think it’s because what is felt in my core is strong. It’s something firm. My whole being kind of looks up to him, like it knows it can depend on him.. and it can actually trust him.. and I don’t trust people, to trust him would mean everything is open to him.

I want to show him me, but I don’t want him to judge me.. or to think i’m too soft.. he makes me soft like REALLY soft.

He really got to my heart and my soul.. and my Spirit knows when that happens it cannot look at anyone else.

It could be Love.