Dear Love,
For a long time you plagued me with questions
When would you arrive
What would you look like
How would you sound
Would I even be able to recognize your song
And then for the briefest moment
I thought I didn’t need you
Thought that in your elusiveness
You must be fantasy
That was a very silly thought
You are neither elusive nor external
And can be seen in even the smallest things
I may not seek you out
But I choose to feel you everyday
Even when I don’t want to
Because you, Love, are reality
For how can I feel such depth for others
If you were never real
Yours eternally,
A Lover Girl