Love Reborn

If I could shape it,

I would make it of clay,

Malleable and moldable in my hands.

If I could rename it,

It would be different for every day,

Not just of the week, but til the end of time.

I wish I could remake it,

I wish I had claimed it,

While I had the chance.

You can never know about love,

Whether it is real or fleeting.

You can always second-guess,

And end up hugging empty air.

Love doesn't grow on trees,

Bet you never heard that one before.

It is sewn with care and devotion,

A tapestry woven through willing hearts.

Love does due diligence,

Love has no closing costs,

Love is not an as-is sale,

Love has no fine print.

Love is ever-evolving,

Love changes with the seasons of the heart.

Love is reborn with the sunrise,

It is born again with the emergence of the moon.

A snuggle by a roaring fire,

A giant bear hug,

An unexpected gift,

A compliment on the escalator.

Love is what you make it,

Love, the most underrated resource on Earth.

2/28/24 (A leap year)

:)