A beautiful poem on love.
early love is sheer excitement,
moon glow and summer sun,
quickened beats and rosy cheeks,
a flower bud awaiting,
it’s all possibility
it is beautiful –
for all growth must begin somewhere,
and luckily, anyone can love like that
but, a love of decades is a garden,
it’s soil that’s been repeatedly tilled, weeded and fertilized
it has weathered rumbling thunder
and weeping rain,
battled scorching sun and dreary drought,
patienty awaited the passing of clouds that threatened to block the light
it’s blissful swaying in the midnight breeze,
faces upturned, basking in the warmth of something bigger than ourselves,
it’s glorious drops of hopeful dew
it’s years of boring one another,
the magical surprising of one another,
and the knowing there is one person on this earth whose love is unquestionable
it’s hurting and forgiving one another,
seeing our absolute worst,
and helping to bring out our best selves
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