Who's to Blame?

Forever in mind, lasting eternity in the heart.
Who is to blame?

Just like the universe, love is indefinite.
It is big, grand, yet, it cannot be measured nor calculated,
yet you know the presence... you believe it is there,
especially when one hits.

Certain with uncertainty,
how the imperfection makes one perfect.
The moon shines, the birds sing, the leaves fly,
Noticing the unnoticed.

Empty when it's there, without the body,
dancing around with the shadow,
Together. Till dawn, sleep alone.
Kissing the ghost, as that is all I know the most.
Sadly... that is the way it is.