love cathartically

I've found it's less important to know what my words meant to me if it hinders finding what they mean to you.

Love, Cathartically:
with virgo-like instincts,
i've broken much of it down,
over again with successive fulfillments,
until another one brings me around.

conclusions bring nostalgic frustrations,
optimistically realizing my summations,
and all my social donations,
will never reach final appellations.

a never-ending search can obscure direction,
a never-ending struggle can yield tension,
an always-questioning mind can lack apprehension,
but this can't allow let downs to defoliate affection.

c is for the trees
a is for the sun
t is for the sounds
h is for the gods
a is for the change
r is for the moon
t is for the expression
i is for the response
c is for the will
a is for the touch
l is for the math
l is for the word
y is for the love

i love, cathartically.