Love Alive

Love pictured is always
perfect,
desirable,
beautiful,
amazing.

Yet, love pictured never grows.
Love pictured never feels the heartbeat on the chest of the beloved.
Love pictured never kisses tenderly away the hurts of life.
Love pictured never knows the sweetness of the heart’s communication.
Love pictured never opens its eyes to the ambitions and dreams of the companion.
Love pictured never stretches to accept the inevitable changes and disappointments.

This is why, beautiful though pictured love may be,
As much as I may desire the perfection of storybook love,
I choose to embrace love alive.

And in that love I live so much the more.