Love is strange, isn’t she?
People spend their whole life looking for her
But mostly they walk right past her
They don’t believe Love can exist beside them
Or realise Love is already inside them
So, they search for her in higher places –
On mountain peaks and in the tallest skyscrapers
They even imagine her with wings.
But Love has a fear of heights, she hates pedestals
She is not in the air, she is the air
She is not above, she is beside
And always –
She must exist first in the one seeking
Love together requires love alone
Love is awkward, isn’t he?
His socks don’t always match
And he’s not always on time,
But he gets there when he needs to be –
Sometimes when you least expect him.
People imagine Love is some sort of hero
Carrying a sword to save their world from itself
But Love is terrified of war
And Love never carries weapons
The only pain love causes is when he is not there
And your lungs collapse for a little while
Before you remember how to breathe again
From the place where
Love lived before
At her worst, love hurts like hell
– A sword between the wings that hold us close
But at her best love is your best friend and your teacher.
Teaching you things you never knew
About the world and about yourself
He makes you inquisitive and considerate
She makes you vulnerable and passionate
You’ll never forget his eyes or her soul
Even when there is a world between you
Even if there is heaven between you
Love – awkward strange and beautiful Love,
Remains
Artwork by a talented Zimbabwean friend, Tara Wallace https://tarawallacestudio.com/
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