On Meeting Love

12/8/15

In Freshman year I told Love goodbye

And so Love left

I stopped looking for Love

And even wanting Love

But then Love appeared again anyway

Love took the form of broad shoulders

And a tall stature

This time Love is smart and strong and brave...

And utterly beautiful

Love has freckles in places I've never seen before

Like Love's lips...

Love has soft lips

Love has soft hands too

And I must say I love Love's hands

Love's hands are big and slender and warm

And holding them is one of my favorite things to do

...But Love doesn't like them

He doesn't see what I see

Love says he's ugly and I can't imagine why

He says he isn't beautiful

...My love doesn't love himself

Love is wrong about that

Love likes video games

And will spend hours clicking away from the couch

Surrounded by his friends

Love is a geek like that

Love collects amiibos and hangs posters from the wall

And has big, goofy glasses

That he doesn't wear often enough

Love cooks too,

(Better than I can,

Which doesn't mean much)

And he sings in the car with me from time to time

Oddly enough,

Love likes me

Love like likes me

I like like Love too

This Love is my favorite love

He is no doubt the best Love there has ever been

Or will ever be

But Love is young

And I am too

I wonder what Love would think

If he knew what I laid and thought about

Night after night after night

I wonder if Love would be scared

Or if he would be happy

And if that's a risk I'm willing to take

I wonder if Love knows

That when I talk about a future with him

I mean it

I wonder how long Love will stay this time

And I hope it is forever

Because this time Love is special

I will not lose Love

I will not forget Love

And I will fight alongside Love 

For as long as I am welcomed at his side

After all,

This Love is the best love

And it is the last Love I will ever want or need