A Little Bit Of Sunshine

Love is not something you can trick Entice or earn.  It doesn't matter if you're Miss Interesting  Or Mr Elusive It doesn't matter if you have a thousand hobbies  A dream job, six dogs Not if you frequent the gym or bare your skin Not if you write soliloquys and sing hymns Not if you take your coffee with low fat milk Not if you learn a new language Not if you doodle on the corners of your notebook or write a novel Not if you win a Nobel Prize Earn the license to fly Not if you sew your own clothes and build your own home Not if you cook up a storm Or invent a new form of travel.  Love is love is love.  Love is not something you chase Love searches for you in the crowd Love leaves no room for doubt  Love draws near to you Falls over itself like a plant at the first  glimpse of sunlight Love is love is love.  It’s either there or it isn't. 

She didn't eat But when she ate, she ate the Word of God She didn't drink But when she drank, she drank the Spirit of God She didn't work But when she worked, she worked for the purpose of God She didn't dress But when she dressed, she dressed herself in holiness She didn't dance  But when she danced, she danced like David danced  She didn't talk But when she talked, she talked to the very face of God She didn't walk But when she walked, she traced the steps of the Lord 

Maybe I deserve more  Than the change falling out of your pocket After you've spent your best.  Maybe I deserve more  Than the charred remains left  After you've wined and dined the rest.  Maybe I deserve more than half-promises.  For there's always a hint of love  on the tip of your tongue.  But it never reaches full maturity It always stays young.  Maybe I deserve a love  That is solid and whole.  One I can actually hold with both hands Before it melts like a block of ice.  Maybe I don't have to be cooler.  Or try.  Breaching my own boundary lines For a love that was never mine. 

You're the picture of humility  and self-proclaimed righteousness  We love-starved lovers can't help but fall into your stare Even when it starts to resemble a snare We cocoon ourselves into your web That once felt like a safety net I don't think you even know you're doing it  Your venom is sweetness  Your poison disguised as treatment  for another ailment  Your love is different from the others It doesn't run out, it smothers  I become a mould of your worst insecurities You are low-hanging fruit  from an empty tree. 

"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May." - William Shakespeare  May brought with it  the scent of rosebuds And lilies.  Lavender skies and light jackets Sweet tea packets.  I lifted my pinkies in the air and clinked cups with the ones I loved.  But the tea didn't stay warm The rainbow clouds dissolved  as quickly as they formed And the roses bore thorns.  I learnt there is a time for everything I swore I was above.  Fear, betrayal, even love I learnt that beauty sat along the razor edge of pain.  That a harvest was a bloody affair Being pulled out by the roots and skinned alive.  It is a terrifying thing to survive.