I thought love would be tall, dark, and handsome I thought he would wear glasses and read Sherlock Holmes I thought he would be listening to alternative music I thought he would wear blue Vans and play the acoustic guitar I thought he would be driving a black sedan in the afternoon I thought he would have the gentlest fingers
Instead, love is tall, dark, and rugged Love wears glasses from the 90s and reads politics Love listens to songs I had laughed at and to songs I keep close to my heart Love owns no Vans but has plenty of worn-out faded jeans Love rides a motorcycle and, more often than not, the public train Love's fingers are stuffy, if that is even an accurate term
But love has a gentle heart He speaks no sweet words but his songs are poetry He is patient and unyielding and stubborn at times He is funny and crude and full of life He lives and writes his existence into my being
But love only comes to me with no intention to stay Love passes me by without meaning to Love gives me the chance to love, though perhaps he cannot see me as love Love had looked me in the eyes years ago, but only now did he truly come to my life Love came to me when I was ready to welcome him Love arrived when my heart was full of life for him And now, love leaves when my heart understands Love departs with a piece of me that I have given him, willingly and wholeheartedly Love, too, is finding his own way to let go of love One fine day, you will find her and I will find you
Inspired by When Love Arrives by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye. No copyright infringement whatsoever intended. But anyway, I am losing you and I know I can live with that.