Love is not an action based on convenience.
It does not hold to suit the suitor
at earliest or latest hour.
The flowers do not choose rain
or what kills them.
Let love maim or heal, but heal first.
Broken love is worse than death –
Heavy dragging hands. Long labored breaths.
Love for one and none for all. No matter the cost
it is always too great for some.
To give love away only to those deemed worthy.
Reach in your pockets and produce
lint. Maybe gold.
Offer both or not at all. Lint for a fire
to warm someone’s soul
or gold for a meal to enjoy between
eyes and hands.
Reach into your chest and pull out your heart.
Give it away in its infinite replenish,
for our hearts are the only thing that grows
when we share.
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I love the line breaks and how you create rhythm with them. Super cool 😎
Thank you so much!