love is red as a rose,
tastes like dark chocolate while sipping deep red wine.
It is holding hands and gazing at stars.
Amazingly, verses of love are bought and sold
every February to express sentiments
as passing as a lilac fragrance in the spring wind.
The commercial frenzy limits love to an emotion that is for sale.
Truth tells us
that love is patient and kind. We believe;
but how do we navigate forgiveness when bills are due,
babies cry, and harsh words cut to the bone?
Maybe love is an action,
something we do. When the tilt-a-whirl of life spins us
until our heads are dizzy and our stomachs turn,
love can be as simple as clinging tightly to each other.
Love is feeling
the touch of someone who won’t let go. It is the scent
of our lover’s breath just before the kiss; it is waking up
in the middle of a nightmare, knowing we are not alone.
Not just receiving,
love is also being the rock, the tree with
strong and sturdy roots that holds the boat steady
when rough waters push against the hull.
Ultimately, the gift of love is durable.
It lifts us and invites us to be healed. Nevertheless, we must
always remember to put our shoulder to the work of love,
pulling the jagged stones from good dirt.
When we wake
each day and choose love, it will never fail.
And in the end, love is the only thing that will last
beyond this space and time – sailing through infinity.