Osho on Love

You fall in love with a woman
because she is so new:
the physiology, the colour of her hair,
the way she walks, turns, says hello.
Everything is new, the territory unknown:
you are drawn like a moth at night
to a glass-walled flame.
As you approach, she runs away:
that is part of the game.
If she simply says, "Yes, I am ready,"
the mystery would fade that very moment -
in fact you would think of
how to run away. Man is a hunter,
so when the woman is chased,
running away, hiding here and there,
avoiding, saying no,
the man gets hot. The challenge
becomes intense, the woman must be
conquered. Now he grows ready
to die for her, to do whatever is needed,
his heart will flutter, he will fly,
singe his wings on her heat,
beat his small head on her glass walls.
Before the night ends, he will
take her, yes he must, before she too
burns out in the first cold
light of dawn.