Love is
small and
gray and
soft.
It has
large ears and
a minuscule mouth-
Love knows listening
is so much more important
than any words we utter.
And anything important
must be said without
making a sound.
Love comes quickly,
or springtime slow,
and it hides from us
far more often
than we wish.
Love multiples,
it never divides,
and it will not stop
until it overruns the earth.
Love is messy,
and destructive,
and leaves everything
irreversibly changed.
Love is hunted and
forged and
used as a talisman
against evil,
but Love cannot always win.
And when it cannot,
Love is the willing sacrifice-
a pawn
in the shadow
of a greater king.
I love this poem <3
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