What is Love?
Love is patient. Love is kind
Love is not time's fool.
Love is the greatest refreshment of life.
An energy which exists of itself.
Love is never stationary.
A state of being.
A many splendored thing.
Love is all you need.
Said the Bible, said the bard
said the painter, author, singer
I confess that these are borrowed lines.
I cannot say myself.
For I have never known the feeling
To give it such a name.
Tell Me A Story
tell me a story
about a prince
and a peasant
who fell in love
a prince who likes to draw
and a peasant who likes to fight
each with their own interests
and each with their own battles
tell me a story
about a small boy
and a small girl
who fell in love
a boy who climbed a beanstalk
and a girl who sold him the beans
together they fight the mighty beast
and live happily ever after
tell me a story
about a boy with cancer
and a girl who took care of him
who fell in love
a boy who caught sickness
and a girl who wanted to take care of him
they fell in love
and then he died with a smile
tell me a story
about a fighter
and a princess
who fell in love
a boy who liked to fight
and the girl who changed him
they fell in love
and had three kids
tell me a love story
about people who change
and give me hope
that I can find love, too
I don't know what love is
but I know what it does
and maybe I want some of my own
to hold and remember forever
To Love and To be Loved is Heaven on Earth.
Love is sensational.
Love is sacrificial.
Love is contingent.
Love is a connection.
Love is unique.
Love is safeguarding.
Love is nurturing.
Love is a mystery.
Love can be difficult, nonetheless love is worthy.
Love can be frightening, yet love is so comforting.
Love can be a bond, but love is also separation.
Love can be sexual, but love is also platonic.
Love can be a driving force, because love is powerful. Love is full of life and dependent on the person on the driver’s side.
In sum, then love is a body of work that evokes opportunity and benefits.
Lovely Things
I wish that I could hold
All the love between us in my hands.
Every time you would look up from your book
And say “Listen to this…”
And read me a sentence or page or chapter
Because you loved it
Or didn’t understand it
Or were curious about my opinion,
And when I told you what I thought,
You would nod like I had just answered
A question that you had been born wondering.
Every hour we spent in the grass
Collecting dandelions and tying them into crowns.
Yours would inevitably fall apart
Because although your hands are good for many things,
Such as braiding hair
And hitting piano keys
And holding mine,
They are not very good for making dandelion crowns.
So I would put my own on top of your head
And you would smile like I had given you
A ring of pure golden sunlight.
Every night you came home late
And took ginger steps across the floorboards
That would inevitably creak despite your effort.
You would come into our room
Opening the door slowly
And feel your way to the closet
Where you would get undressed in the dark.
The next morning,
You would always ask if you woke me,
And I would always say no.
Every knowing glance,
Every shared umbrella,
Every “I will come with you,”
Even every tearful goodbye.
I would stuff these things in my pockets
And press them into books
And tape them to the ceiling so that they are the first thing I see when I wake up.
Then,
I would send some of them to you
In a nice little package
So that you could do the same.
But these things are not meant for touch
And so cannot be placed in droors
Or wrapped up and weighed and mailed to you.
Therefore,
I am giving you these words to tell you
That although we cannot hold such things
In our hands,
We must grasp them tightly
In our hearts.
A Phenomenon
Love, what is it?
Is it the ever-flowing words that you utter?
Is it laughter?
Is it your nightmares that haunt you at night?
Or is it the stars that burn your eyes,
reminding you,
to find the answer?
Is it her?
The one you think about so earnestly?
Or is it him?
The one that made you wish for a happy ending?
I know about loss,
I know little about love.
But to love is to gain a new beginning
and to lose is to forfeit a bad one.
So,
when all is said and done,
and loved and lost
remember;
When the world fades nothing matters anymore,
you should look to the sky,
and remember,
the stars will always love you.
For you are a cosmic wonder.
-k.m
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