I look for a love that composes me as I’ve done for every one of those that have entered my heart before. A love that traces the art engraved in my skin, both picked and also self-drawn; a love that asks me the tales behind every single line of ink that loads the canvas it obtains.
I look for a love that constantly is there after a long day, that never comes prematurely or far too late. A love that does not have to be shed to feel valued. A love that gives a sense of security in such a crazy world.
I look for mutual love, void of empty promises and false hopes. A love that waters both sides, and plants seeds securely in the ground amongst a strong structure constructed by hand. A love that blossoms each spring, regardless of the frost and anger each winter season brings. A love that doesn’t need constant sunlight to remain intact; a love strong enough to hold up against all storms that may crash upon it. A love that grows, transforms, and also blooms mutually and exclusively; a love that ends up being deeper with each brand-new fallen leave that grows upon the existing elegance it already holds back.
I look for a love that is synonymous with loyalty. A love that never wanders off, never questions whose lawn is greener than all others that can be seen. A love that does not bother with the missed chances; a love that produces events with each other. A love that motivates. A love that approaches a muse. A love as colorful as my favorite art piece, a spectacular parallel work of art produced by the world itself.
I seek love as pure as my heart, a location of acceptance, wholeness, and toughness. A love that does not fear, does not hurt, does not question.
I seek love as resilient as my heartbreaks have assisted me to come to be. A love that does not have lessons to repeat; a love without poor fate or ill intention. A love that maintains its word; one that intends the future and stays to live it.
I look for a love that imitates art. The flicks I’ve seen so callously, guides I have checked out so cynically, the tunes I’ve listened to close-mindedly.
I look for love like the one I have located in myself. A love that brings positioning, acknowledgment, and memories of all the lives our hearts have lived together before. I look for the immediate remembrance, the deja vu, the odd coincidences that we both recognize are no accident.
I seek this love, however, I understand I do not have to.
The universe is assisting our paths together each waking day.
