When Love Was Not a Person
A love poem
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When love was not a person but an emotion on the wind, I swallowed it whole. And there it sat, a seed of hope amid the beats of my heart.
When the time is right, that seed will sprout. I’ll hear love in the ocean waves, or see it in a sunset. Or maybe in your eyes.
I will feel it in the sun’s warmth and note it in the fire’s crackle. And even with ears shut, lying in my bed, love will surge along my spine in ardent whispers.
When love was not a person but an emotion on the wind, I felt it soak inside where my cells absorbed it. And there it circled, a layer of light around each.
When the time is right, that light will grow. I’ll recognize its flicker amid the night sky, or touch it with my fingers. Or maybe its spark will permeate my soul.
I will dance within it when the moon shines and note it in a candle’s flame. And even with eyes shut, standing in a field, love will seep inside my veins with bright flashes.
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