“I love you.”
“I know.”
Between the highs,
And the low,
In the times
When I’m alone,
That’s what love does.
It comforts,
And hides
In the corners
Of your mind,
Yet surprises
Just in time.
That’s what love does.
It takes
The chance
The percentage
Of circumstance,
The sacrifice
In glance,
And does what love does.
It conquers,
And pays
The cost,
Without delays,
As if it’s not much,
To stay,
Because that’s what love does.
It hugs,
It kisses,
It sees you
And misses,
Yer true love,
Rarely disses,
Because that’s what love does.
5/7/19
I haven’t written poetry in a while, even the silly, cheesy, lovey stuff. Even that used to be so simple and easy, but I haven’t done it in a while, primarily because of the most cliché reason: I’ve been too busy. My Love reminded me of what loves means, and how it supercedes that of any excuse. He does that a lot. He reminds me of the simplicities in life and helps me enjoy them. It’s just a funny coincidence how he said something that inspired me to write a poem about just that: “That’s what love does.” It wasn’t until after I wrote this that I realized all it takes is just a little of my time... If you truly love something, more than likely you can make something happen of it. I’m proud to say this was a result. Here’s to hoping that I don’t lose sight of the simple things in life, and Lord help me if I do forget by placing people in my life to help me remember.
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