We’re blind to any possible pain to come,
punch-drunk on the intoxicating words of love,
an entire lexicon reserved for a slice of life,
a new language that must be learned and studied.
Love is a passion that must be suffered,
tiptoeing over broken glass to find a clear island
where all your dreams are waiting to come true.
Some people are lucky and find what they seek,
others choke on the herring bone when they try to speak,
but love is a drug and it must be taken with precaution,
there are too many side-effects to ignore the overdose.
Don’t fall in love with a pair of blue eyes,
don’t fall in love with a cup- or dress-size,
fall in love with a person because they mean something,
a personality that produces flowers from your dark well.
The most beautiful part of a person is their mind,
how they perceive the world about them to be,
how they see themselves, not as a person,
but as a living entity who can breathe a universe into being.
Fall in love with that, not an image or a genie’s wish.
Love is not something that can be taught in a classroom,
it must be experienced, for better or worse,
and if love knocks you down and you find yourself in the dirt,
pick yourself up and damn well have another go.
Love doesn’t kill you when you get rejected,
love kills you when you don’t even bother to try.