Simple Love Is Not Scholarly

Love is simple, but you must let it be. Enjoy its form, let it dance wildly. Love rests not on a page so idly as described by a man so scholarly. (It’s not so learn-ed as it is cuddly.) Love is confusing, when thought of too much. When words box it in, it loses its form. Love is too free to cram into the norm. Vexing and fretting and sweating and such – habits that have turned many hearts lukewarm. When love faces you, don’t make a demand – just hold up your chin and shoot love a grin. Just hold out a hand and welcome it in. And if love pass through your fingers like sand, Touching love briefly is not such a sin.