poem: Love is a Choice
"When I kissed you and lightning charged in like shrapnel and everything was sweetly wild?"
Love is a Choice Do you remember how love came easy when it was new and in the full flush of passion? When I kissed you and lightning charged in like shrapnel and everything was sweetly wild? Do you remember when breaths came quick and I was nervous and you were nervous and all we wanted to do was swim in love’s sleepy waters? Do you remember how love came easy then? But love can sometimes get lost in the swirl of jobs, and raising kids, and grocery shopping, and mortgages. It’s then that we have to choose love. To search for it. To find it in the middle of messy kitchens, towers of dishes left in the sink, cereal hardened onto bowls left out all day on the kitchen counter. We have to choose love when warring hearts gallop easily into forgetfulness to break vows with pin-sharp words. We have to choose love when dreams seem aborted, stolen even, and our days become plaintive songs of expediency and obligation. We have to choose… Everything in the universe moves from a state of order to chaos, so why should love be any different? We are made up of stars that became too unstable to hold together, stars that could no longer withstand the crushing pressure of gravity and shattered into the glittering dust of particles that made their way to you and me. When we choose love we oppose entropic forces pulling us apart in the starlit hours. When we choose love we bring heaven to earth. We were meant to be a family of stars!
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I love this one Mike.
Thanks for the kind words, guys