Love
Love is a wonderful feeling…but not alway easy to contemplate…
She’s often difficult to describe…
as this poem will demonstrate.
Love is patient…she lies dormant…
in your shadows…out of view
and when awakened her first words are always…
I’ve been waiting here for you.
Love has many parts, many passages…
many branches…many sections
she is not blind but she has a way
of looking past our imperfections.
Love means different things to different people
because…as time goes by
she can be simple, complicated, magical…crazy
she can make you laugh…and make you cry.
Love is never planned..she can’t be manufactured…
can’t be invented, created or bought…
Love is giving another person the power to break your heart
and the trust that they will not.
Love is feeling you’re together…even when you are alone
It’s when another person’s happiness…
is more important than your own.
You are not always able to see love
for she’s invisible like the wind
yet when you feel her brush against your heart
you know where she has been.
She can last forever...or be evanescent…
and no one can ever own her.
Which makes those of us who have felt her touch…
feel lucky to have known her.
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