Love has no profit motive,
No agenda,
No conditions to perennate.
Romancing love
May not be love at all.
Love is not always stunning,
Or sane,
Or rational in earthly concern.
It is a sun that rises
On my morning to find me
Breathing in to face another day,
Undeserving as I be.
It is the moment I see you steal a dollar from my wallet
And buy you lunch instead of screaming for security.
Love is touching the untouchables,
The unlovables, the eyesores and the stinky.
Easy to love the smell of lilac
Blowing through the sculpted flower bed.
Love is action tainted with forgiveness.
Love is not you.
It is me loving you when you are least lovable
Or when I don't agree with you.
Love is
-A responsibility-
-A vision-
-A smile-
-A handshake-
It is making room next to me
On my righteous pew
When the aimless drunken
Smelly homeless guy
Wanders in to get out of the cold.
Some folks are easy to love
When they see things my way,
When they think I am pretty,
When they sing my praises and
Make me feel loved.
Much harder to love you
When you tell me I am wrong,
When you throw rocks at me,
When you steal my thunder.
Love is seeing the value
Of your presence whether it
Treats my eyes to candy
Or sits me on a tube of Preparation H.
Personal preference has no room
In the equation.
Only our mutual creator
Who loves us exactly as we are.