Love What a perfect balance What a complicated dance What a mess Love Something that is both felt And chosen Given And received Wanted And needed Love We all seem to have our own little perceptions of love, don't we? What it looks like How it feels What it's for Love Arms wide open? Or arms tightly closed? Embracing If I hug a man do I love a man or am I just trying to buy his land? If I tell you I think you're making a bad decision am I your enemy, or your closest friend? Love What a complicated dance Open arms always willing to embrace, but never holding back Knees strong enough to meet me where I'm at, but never too weak to lift me past that Words gentle enough to sooth a child, but STRONG enough to fight off giants! Ears always ready to be lent, but never bought no matter how much is spent Only love is capable of being the safest, most dangerous place all at once Because love Sweet, sweet, incredible love God is love
This is a spoken word piece written in the midst of frustration with myself, and the journey of understanding marriage.