Love Comes Again
Love gave himself to me, suddenly…when I wasn’t even ready.
When I was still wondering why love left me in the first place, caught by surprise…I didn’t know what to do…
At first, honestly…I didn’t even want him, daily…I only wanted him momentarily, when my thoughts were scattered and my soul was hollow. When he could give me what I needed tonight but not tomorrow…tomorrow when I would wake up and change my mind again.
I’m surprised love even stayed till the end, or I shouldn’t say end, cause what I mean by end is now, and now is just the beginning of another journey…
Love came to me again. Just when I thought love never visited twice, love showed up with perfectly trimmed hair, looking all fresh and nice….yet this time, love had another complexion.
This time love had piercings and a tattoo but was overflowing with compliments and affection. This time love was taller, quieter yet wiser, slim but warm. This time love wore skinny jeans because love was a trend setter, and had 80 pairs of shoes, a father that called me his daughter from the second day I met him…and this time love let me choose…everything…from what to eat, to where to go, to who to tell, and which show..to put on…This time love’s patience was long.