Love Is a Verb
Love prances into my heart
Zinging me with her arrows
Twirling my emotions
I do not choose who I love
It happens naturally, instantly, suddenly
Love causes me heartache when there is a death
Smacking me upside the head
With the realization I cannot fix everything
I cannot fix anything
And I especially cannot fix cancer
Love oozes into my eyes
When my grandchildren come calling
When I get to hug them, when masks are not an issue
Love causes me all kinds of delight
When there is not a pandemic
But love keeps me away from them because of it right now
Love has her own way, makes her own truth,
Love shakes me, makes me, and sometimes breaks me.
Love is all powerful.
God is love
I love who I love who I love
And nothing can change that
Why would I want to try?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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