We had the type of love people would spend forever trying to find,
but the universe decided to give us that shot
It was the type of love that cannot be explained,
just known
When you left
I remember crying out to God and I think I screamed out his name more than yours just hoping for a response
Now, I don't believe in God,
but I still believe in you

love that is generous
and waits not
   for a thousand little things
   to feel diminished

love that speaks openly
   rather than store up
   the souring years
   of unsaid bitter trifles

love that enjoys
   it is returned
knows that it is unique
   yet may not be the only one

love that does not possess
    and has no need to rank
    itself on a monopoly
    carrying the seeds of self-defeat

love that gives freely
   and takes in alike
   but never needs
   to add up scores

   is such a love
      inhuman?

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