Questions On Love

I am a puppet on a string

in your love

and I ask myself

what do I seek from you?

When I say I love you

do I know what I mean?

can I ever know?

or is love just a feeling

a state of being

incomprehensible 

to the mind

the wise say

love is bliss
then why

the restlessness

the agony

the unquenchable thirst ?

what is it that I look for? 

do I see you as you really are?

do I even want to?

or am I really seeking in you

a reflection of my own self

evidence of my lovability?

or is it my mind 

the cheater

the illusionist

which pulls me to you

and makes me seek

outside in you

what lies inside me?

is this the mind's

ultimate deception ?

or is it a neccessary

stepping stone

to the treasure of love 

I carry within?