When he was young he wondered about love
He wanted answers…he didn’t want to wait…
He wondered how love happened…
from where did it originate?
So he went and asked his mother who said,
“I don’t know how it happens but from the very start
there is love in every one of us
It is born within our heart.”
Then she looked at his father then back at him
and her eyes filled up with tears,
“One day when you least expect it
love will just appear.”
Well that didn’t answer his question
And though he wasn’t mad
he was still a little bit confused
So he went and asked his dad.
His dad looked at his mother
then said, looking into his young son’s eyes,
“Love is like a gift you don’t anticipate
It comes as a surprise.”
“It is not something you can hold.” he said.
“You can’t sculpt it, mold or…shape it.
It’s a feeling that comes over you.
You can’t avoid it or escape it..”
Both parents said one day he’d understand
That right then he was much too small…
Which made him wonder if his parents
understood love at all.
Until the day he saw her…
The day he noticed the smile on her face…
the day everything his parents said
fell beautifully into place.
He used to wonder about love
But that was then…
before
And though he still doesn’t have all the answers
He doesn’t wonder anymore.
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