Little girl,
Love is not a race track
That will leave you
Running
Around in circles.
There is no finish line.
Rather
Love is the spooky road
Less traveled
With thorny bushes
That ***** the very surface
Of a well-cared for
Heart.
Love is
Not what you expect it to be.
But walk step by step
Down the cracked up land
Of that torn up road
And at the very end,
You'll find
Promise,
Gleaming under bright sunlight.
Little girl,
Such fragile fingers
Cannot grasp on to light
No matter with skin-tight grip.
You're going to want to touch
And you're going to want to grab
But little girl,
Love isn't about touch
Or skin intertwined
But about compassion
And sacrifice
And words meant
That crawl around your heart
Like vines and
Vines need that promise of sunlight
To grow.
And grow
And grow some more.
You see, little girl
Growing takes time
And if you'd only steady the
Rushing
Pitter patter of your
Ecstatic heartbeat
Then maybe you'd stop ruining love
With impatience
With desperation.

For now,

You were left with something
I'm sure will make your heart content.
Stop looking around, little girl
Love is not a scavenger hunt
Love isn't something you can find
But
Love has found you.
Go ahead,
Fall in love.
But little girl,
Let me show you that
Love is rain during drought,
Love is light when all has darkened,
And while you're falling in love,
Love is the manna from heaven

That has already fallen

In the form of a Cross.