Love
is sometimes
a mystery
it confounds
it confuses...
Love
leaves you hanging
leaves you hurting
Love
is loss
is open-ended
it's discovering who you are
what you're capable of
Love
is knowing that
you'll love again
more than the time before
Love
is hope
it's self-acceptance
it is the bouquet of flowers
just picked
fresh and colorful
Love
finds happiness
in the midst of sorrow
it is finding strength
finding yourself whole again
Love
is friends who believe in you
kind words from a stranger
Love
is cyclical
it comes back
when you think you've lost it
is knowing that a
broken heart can mend...
Love
as cliches go
is everlasting
