Love has a melody, a tone, a rhythm all its own.
It knows its own mind.
It is cleareyed and follows its heart.
It likes to insert itself in unexpected places
and at odd times without seeking permission.
It often turns a blind ear to advice, but it will still listen.
Love is psychic but sometimes slow to act
and comes it different shades.
It could be a hauntingly beautiful embrace that comforts the soul or a gentle reassuring touch.
It can read minds and hear words unspoken.
It understands the heart’s quandaries and interprets love’s silent language.
Love always pays attention even when it seems distracted.
And when it appears impatient or poised to run, love will wait.
Love is comfort-food for the soul;
an orchestra of warm thoughts.
a deck chair cuddle; a nap spooning beneath the sun’s shade.
A foot massage, a light conversation.
It is home away from home; a safe harbour.
An anchor in seas of turbulent emotions.
Love is sure-footed.
It does not demand. It does not push.
And if it falls short. Love apologises.
Because it is devoid of ego.
Love creates wounds but it can heal scars and mend broken dreams.
It is a soft melody of confusion at the best of times,
yet, it is thoughtful and wise.
Love will not hold grudges or attempt to get even.
It tries to learn from its mistakes.
Love is gentle, but it will fight to the end.
It is a warrior, a survivor.
It knows regret, understands pretence, and feels pain,
but it can quickly adapt, quietly adjust and steadily right itself.
Love atones, forgives and moves forward.
Because in love, it loves to love and to be in love.