LINGERING LIMERENCE

Poem composed on September 30, 2008
[Exactly one month after my birthday!]

It has been a fortnight since your disappearance
Contradictorily, never have you made an appearance
Besides, quite far away is our current place of residence
Yet I must confess, I am in a state of lingering limerence

From Professor Dorothy Tennov I draw reference
Author of a book entitled 'Love and Limerance'
It has only been a century since her theory's emergence
Yet the concept captured my inner state's essence

Thus so reveals the much researched psychological science;
Limerence is an involuntary cognitive and emotional indulgence
A feeling of intense romantic desire towards a person's presence
As compared to infatuation it lasts longer in terms of endurance

The unexplainable chemistry accounts for the main substance
Consequentially leading to sensitivity to any external amorous ambience
Adopting continuous intrusive thinking as the form of respondence
Longing is made acute with reciprocation as the reaction in preference

Both like and loathe are combined in an inharmonious ambivalence
Uncertainty and anxiety are found equal on the emotional scale of balance
Intense joy and extreme despair are harbored as the cognitive dissonance
Ironically, though miserable, I as the victim still desire a delayed desinence

It is undeniable that you are a person of tremendous significance
Definitely I have enjoyed our intellectual means of correspondence
Equipped with wisdom and vision you are a source of reliable guidance
In which I hope those qualities to me would be granted a transference

As much as I yearn a rendezvous however, I fear that upon our conference
Either one of us might display signs indicating attraction discordance
Upon which either one of us would crumple into a condition of despondence
As many 'strangers' in similar situations have testified to the exact experience

Thus so destiny has imposed upon us an edict to refrain from emotional dependence
This, at least to me won’t be easy, almost equivalent to that of a condescendence
Apathy shall make an entrance and settle in as time nurture it with distance
Meanwhile this LINGERING LIMERENCE in my heart will still shine in radiance

What made the heart grow fonder?
An absence in accordance that longs for a presence in patience...