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?