What Do I Know About Love?
What do I know about love?
And how do I know what I think I know?
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I learned from my parents
that there is no love like a mother's love
I learned from my hormone-addled teen-aged mind
that sex is powerful--but sex and love are not the same
I learned from the misery of my many failed attempts
that unlike respect, love is given and cannot be earned
I learned from one who loved me unconditionally
that hearts are not toys
I learned from one who got away
that to be loved in return would be the greatest thing
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I learned from one who satisfied all of my criteria
that love begins in the heart, not the head,
in that order: heart, head, and hands--values first
in that order: heart, head, and hands--values first
or it will not last
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I learned from being alone in the desert that I am OK.
I will always be at least OK but I am happier in love's oasis
I learned from one who discovered me on the desert's edge and nurtured me
that love can heal a broken heart, restore faith, and instill harmony
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If our outward appearances reflected the true quality of our character
my love sensei would be Miss Universe and none fairer than she
shining brighter than love's purest light
and I would appear as a Big Fat Stupid Loser, hiding in the corner
But basking in my love's healing rays I am not a broken or irredeemable person
rather, perhaps, just someone who
still has a lot to learn
about love
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