Love is
Love is not you
You are a box
Love is spherical
It's everything you're not
Love is not you
If it was you wouldn't last
Love is moving slowly
When your heart is beating fast
Feet get tired
Before love retreats her call
It's a maze, a jumbled haze a blessed know it all.
Love is a mouse
Consuming all the cheese
It takes quakes shakes and makes you new
Rarely saying please
Love is awkward
Often love is hard
Fat fingers reaching to accept a pea size greeting card.
It's a twister, twisting up your brain
Its a tentative remedy to another person's pain.
It reaches inside, like fingers made of smoke
Rearranging everything
Stuff you never thought was broke
Sometimes its ugly
Sometimes you have to lie
And say it's going to be ok as agony goes by
It's a puzzle, navigated piece by piece
Enlarging the cells in your puny heart
Til its capacity is increased.
She's a moth, all her color drained
As she decorates the butterfly- yet never feels pain.