Love is special when, she has eyes only
for him.
When fond memories cause his to
sparkle, and recollections of shared
pastimes fill their hearts with mirth.
A touch elicits longing. An unearthed photo, vivid visions of Shangri-La.
Oh what bliss love is, when your place in
their life is not a mystery,
when there’s not a shred of ambiguity as
to where their loyalties lie.
That one who carries a torch for you, that
sent one who wears their affections like a
badge on their sleeves…
Give me the love that shares pain’s
burden, not just the bounty of successes’
gain
Where the tranquility of the mundane,
equals the high fevered pitches of the
highest heights of ecstasy.
I’d take the quirk, the lull and the cake;
I’d take ‘em all! I’d take them ‘cos;
together, they’re love’s bumper hamper.
Love has never been about the now
without a later; or about how the how
works.
where the checklist is king and his loyal
subjects of prerequisites reign supreme.
Neither has it been about conditions and
their preconditions.
Love is not a trophy or a mantlepiece, and
if you still think love is about tangibles
without the intangible;
Look around you, ‘cos love just skittered
past, and what you have is a fistful of
wind.
(Happy Valentines)
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