Love

He could not jump

He could not fly

He couldn’t even walk.

She gave him wings

and gave him hope

and gave him the tone

To sing.

She could not talk

She could not hold her head up high

She couldn’t even look ‘em in the eye.

He gave her a spark

and gave her the courage to stand tall

and even mend her broken

heart.

Alone

They could not smile

They were fragile as thin ice

They aimlessly wandered through life.

Together

They found love

And learned to live

and both flourished

Like an ocean

in the middle of a drought.

But love isn’t always

A fairytale

Or easy sailing on a

Bed of roses.

The highs and lows

The ebbs and flows

The loves and loathes

The reversible roles

of beauty and the beast.

Every rose has its thorn

every moon a dark side.

Every soul has a mate

and sometimes love

and sometimes hate.

But if love manifests,

These two can make

A beautiful bouquet

Where the thorns

Don’t show,

On most days.