A Poem: Found Thoughts

Love is gentle, love is kind, 
Love is not graceful. 
Love is snot bubbles and inexplicable tears and bright new words spoken in the wonder

Of fresh knowing.
Love is kitchen dancing and three am crying and repetitive conversations about what’s for dinner. 
Love is simple, but it is rarely easy.

Loving someone does not make them good.

Or possible.

Loving a sport or an art or a job does not mean you will be good at it.

Or it will be good for you.

Sometimes love fails.

Sometimes it doesn’t.

Sacrifices will be made. Willingly, perhaps, but do not trouble yourself if they are not made happily.

Life is not always happy.

Love is not always happy.