I write about love.
I feel it, often.
In movies about sports, and in music.
In waking up, longing for a fragrance.
In little sisters, and stories from my school.
I think about love.
I dream about it, too.
And how poetry will become effortless; romance, impulsive.
I find some amount of it to be faith.
Sometimes, I pray for love.
And realization.
I express love.
I talk about it.
In lessons. In stories.
In letters like this, to the universe.
I find some amount of it to be madness.
Love may be courage too.
The theory fits.
You can鈥檛 love if you鈥檙e not brave enough to be hurt.
I don鈥檛 think I completely understand it.
I don鈥檛 know anyone who does.
I know i
