The riddle called Love
The riddle called love ...
A debate as old as the mountains
with no definitive answer in sight.
Who has an answer
Who might be wrong or right?
Adel sings, sometimes it lasts
Nazareth sings it hurts.
Ellie Chu from the half of it, thinks it's
"messy and horrible and selfish and bold".
Turn it upside down. What is it not?
Love is not guaranteed
nor just a simple choice
Not supposed to fail
not to be underestimated
nor to be taken for granted
Love is fragile and strong
Hard and brittle
kind and brutal
calculated and random
and everything in between…
some might say.
My take is:
That it is all revealed in simple Expressions.
It shows up on the corner of an eye
playing hide and seek with a loving smile.
It's expressed in a touch
awakes you with morning coffee in bed.
It's in a hug or a small surprise.
It's the smile in a whisper
or the taste of the colour
of a random gift.
Expressions flirt with words
do not keep book of time or age.
It sends a message in a song
rides on the rhythm of a poem
and unashamedly abuse emojis.
yet they are priceless
don't need words
but instead, are to be spoken by
the forgotten language
Expressions are the air that love is breathing
Love does not live in the dark
nor does it survive on its own.
It does not dance alone in the rain
nor does it dream in isolation.
Love needs to find its echo,
see a reflection of its expressions
in this wonderful place
we call life.
My heart and mind peacefully resigned
to this simple equation.
Love is a beautiful expression...
in a desperate need of an answer