When we are babies love is simple
It drifts down upon us from above.
It is where we first learn of comfort
of affection…
of tenderness…
and love.
As we grow a little older love becomes more complicated
It’s not as easy to read
It often surprises us
It can make us happy,
It can make us blush…
or cry
or bleed.
Love can make us angry
at times it can make us forget
It can be confusing
and bewildering
as we grow older yet.
But there comes a time
if we are lucky
when we cherish love…as art
a time when we can sit in silence
an read another person’s heart.
When we marvel at the distances
In life that love has brought us…
and we smile at the lessons
along the way that she has taught us.
We come full circle to a time when love again is simple
when it drifts down upon us from above
Where it’s up to us to share
the comfort
the affection
and the tenderness…
of love.
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