For some people love is a storm,
a whirlwind of emotion,
sweeping away everything
with a thunder of beating hearts and the
lightening of charged glances across a room
For some people love is a drug,
an unquenchable thirst
a constant craving,
an insatiable desire
And for some people love is a ghost,
a mysterious mirage that is always just
a little too far, a little too soon, a little too late.
For so long I thought about love,
wrote about love,
prayed about love,
searched for love,
until I was convinced that maybe love wasn’t mine to hold.
Maybe I was a lost sailor searching for stars in an overcast sky,
a miner digging for gold only to be left a fool, which sound apyrite.
But then one day, long after I thought that maybe love had forgetten my name
And I had long stopped searching, I realized that love had found me
in quiet unspoken silences, the mundane moments filled with magic
the car conversations lasting hours, and random ice cream dates
the shopping trips and the hospital visits,
the helpless laughter and the heaving sobs,
I realized that love doesn’t march to our chosen drum beat
and when loves comes often times you aren’t ready
Quickly I realized that love was a tender thing,
a baby bird not yet ready to fly, a small sprout of possibility
an ember flickering in the night sky
But when I found love I found that I was not alone,
and so we nurtured love – feeding the flames
with shared songs and shared secrets,
open hearts and honest conversations.
And with hard work and hopeful prayers
love grew but like a fawn on trembling legs
full of awkward laughter and shy stuttering sentences
misspoken words taken back too late,
and feelings hurt from misunderstandings.
But love was resilient and unbreakable,
stretching across two continents,
oceans of grief from tears spilt.
Love deepened, rooted and solid
Weathered and tested against the storms of life.
Love became air, effortless and all encompasing.
At that moment I knew, more than I have known anything before
that love had made a home in my heart.
Though compared to the stories love was less grand
but somehow more maverlous
and that is when I knew that
for some people love is a raging sea,
but for me love is a friendship set afire,
for some people love is a storm of emotions,
but for me love is a the peace and freedom to be,
love was not some diamond dug from the depth
but simply finding the Crystal meant for me.