To one who never knew real love
When you say you never felt this strong.
Love is not always getting your way
Love has no room for insecurity,
Distrust,
Smothering.
Love to me is not the moonbeams and the magic that they
hold.
Love is stormy and the calm before,
The feeling
after.
Love is lightning, striking other clouds
Branching
to the ground,
You feel the rumble.
It isn’t the smell of sunshine, in my eyes
It is more like one that mellows me,
Creates a peace inside that I keep quiet about.
For me, love is where the rest of the world becomes silent
I don’t
need to laugh constantly
I can lay
there, side by side or against one’s chest
And breathe in the way that I no longer feel burdened.
There is much to be learned about love—
And it’s best when it’s a two-way street.
I know what it’s like for the complicated,
I don’t believe that love remaining is easy,
Trust me,
I’ve tried to toss it away.
It comes naturally, and often grows
Like the amount of freckles you often see
On my skin as they multiply.
It remains forever.
Lust is different.
Crushes are different.
Love hurts, love wins.
Love is acceptance of the differences,
Not praying for change
Instead
allowing for personal
Evolution.
It takes time.
It takes patience.
It takes realizations
And
sincerity
Without apologizing every minute
For each
person being his or herself.
It makes time fly
While going
slow.
It becomes a lifetime
Swallowed
whole in the palm of your hand.
Outweighs everything else
Gets rid of pedestals.
Eventually, the bad and the push and pull
It becomes muted
Because you learn the meaning
You learn the impact
You learn just how much the other means to you
And what
they provide for you—
It isn’t
material
Yet it is literal.
You hold on even though others may never understand.
Love is the constant
Even though
the people advance or diverge.
Me and the one that slips inside
Without him or I giving a blink—
Is sort of like a lighthouse
On the distance shores…
Calling me, marking home.
Sometimes there’s fog and mountains blocking our way
But love always returns home
Because home is where the heart surely is.
