Rain on the roof

music coming through the

speakers

tonight it's Kronos Quartet

fire rising from the keys

while the words take

shape to sentences

coffee meets cognition

my dog asleep on

the couch

the orchestra

of rain, violin, keys

the taste of

old world and

new school.

When my dad gives me the last French fry

And the days when mom lets me play hooky

It is in the bumping of feet and sharing of smiles

Love is listening to my brother ramble

It is fixing the kitten's mess (again)

And the days when I can fly

When I feel love I know I am home

Love can be unfortunate

The way a stranger can invade your heart without your permission.

The way all it takes is time to develop

no specifications or distinct traits.

It just happens when you least expect it.

You don't get to choose who you love,

there is something compelling in its mystery yet frightening and uneasy.

Love can create a masterpiece,

a lasting story

or it can create disaster and misplaced emotions.

It can be a dream or nightmare alike.

Love can twist you up

and when you look in the mirror you see the reflection of someone else.

You can lose yourself.....

or find yourself....

Feel abandoned or consumed.

Be unsure or most certain.

But Love is inevitable.

It is unavoidable like death.

It makes no sense,

yet it is clearly understood.

It is inexplicable,

yet has so many words.

Despite its paradox and enigma,

Embrace love, give it selflessly, seek love, love your first love until your last breath

and your last love until forever.

Be unique in love,

perfect your love.

Find love in all things and love will find its way to you.

-Jodie Marie 9/23/2014

Love is forsaking your hopes and dreams and taking a shit job so your kids can eat. Love is giving a friend your last five dollars when you have no bank account and no job. Love is sacrificing of a vital organ for a total stranger. Love is grueling back breaking work in the hot sun, it's a life sentence of hard labor if you do it right. Love is not God. It's you and it's me. Love is flesh and bone, blood and teeth. It's not some fictional character up in the sky with sleight of hand magic tricks. It's the action that defines Love and makes it more than an empty hollowed out word.

Love is my mom

Slowly rubbing my back

When I am sad or sick.

Love is the song she sings.

Love is soft and airy-

Like her voice.

"Swing Low."

"Sweet Chariot."

"Coming for to carry me home."

Love is warm and comforting.

Love never fades

Even though

Sometimes

people

do.

It's a feeling that can be received and given. It can be given to someone that's dead or someone that's living. Love is sacrifice love is giving your last and not even thinking about it twice. Love sometimes resides in the craziest places it can even be provided by unfamiliar faces. But does that even matter..... Because it's all the same energy that we sometimes take for granted called love