Love Is

Love is an interesting thing

You can observe it from afar

Or one could hold it in its arms

You could feel the touch of one’s lips

Or the absence of another’s

Feel the butterflies fluttering amidst

The soft brush of each wing against your heart

The smile that is always plastered on your face

Or the tears of a broken heart

Love is blind, stumbling and bumping around

It makes its way through the valley of hearts

Collecting and connecting the strings of our destinies

Intertwining some and untangling others

Some strings are left untouchable to love’s touch

Those willing to stay together through the hardship and loss

Those fighting.

And though love stumbles through our hearts

Through our souls and leaves memories and scars

Each of us welcomes it with arms

Risking our fragile hearts for promise of more smiles

Or empty, broken scars

Love, well, it’s a fascinating thing really.

Reviews

[Ardra]

mmmm love is a fascinating thing really :)

beautifully penned.... :)