She won’t eat sandwiches made with Smoked cheese or a white sandwich maker And you’ll see she’ll struggle with Demons chaining her stomach, binding her Yet through all the hops the takes She’s always loved my fruit pancakes Love is in things such as these That no one else quite notices.
Things such as realising how I am freeing her somehow Without ever having known The demons that were kept unshown.
I’ll cook her more, Feels natural.
_M
Maybe sometimes it’s not the big things that love is found in, but in the small ways in which you love a person. In noticing how something works for them just because you are part of it, how that births gratitude in you and how that inspires an even more intentional yet natural love. Love becomes more free the more we let those little things in, and the freer it becomes, the more it eliberates us to live our best life and be our most authentic selves, for it is loved so deeply already by someone that it makes things work for them that otherwise wouldn’t. A good love will teach you to love yourself through loving another. I believe I am lucky enough to experience such a love in my life now, as I am writing this poem. And for that, I am grateful. Hope you enjoyed a bit of the poem, and to the muse of this poem, thank you, and I love you.