Why We Love The Way We Do
I wrote a poem about why and how love becomes a verb. I have not used the word Love in the poem in the first few paras. But then I introduced it at the end, whilst trying to be subtle, and also letting people know why exactly Love is a verb. Hope this resonates!
There was a time in my beautiful Life when,
there was always something there to say,
and the way we looked into each other's eyes
lead to an altogether different surprise...
There was a time in my beautiful Life when,
All one had to do was look,
at the way we looked at each other,
when nothing was understood...
There was a time in my beautiful Life when,
You held on to my hand,
and the things we felt for each other
were magical things
that would turn your heart into Sand...
There was a time in my beautiful Life when,
God had a higher plan
for us to follow in our lives,
even when the disguised emotions
where not letting us do things Life-size
If Love is not an actionable thing,
look at the chemistry between us,
and God's every magical thing
that is part of Life's drama, and dance, and
it's a beautiful offering towards Him...
The Love in the world is a beautiful thing,
The Love in our hearts is an offering,
The Love that we give is about which we sing,
And the love of God is an actionable thing