Love was once holding hands
Looking shyly into your eyes
That was love when I was young
Love became a hug
A small note written by hand
See, I was growing up?
Then love blossomed
Beautifully like a flower in summer sun
Its bright petals opening up
And then love song meant a lot
So I cut out lyrics of your favourite songs
And wrote you letters adapted from them
How fast I was growing up
I was ready for a kiss
& though she kept me waiting long, - ‘twas worth it
Now love was walking holding hands
So they stared at us but we couldn’t blink
We were in love and we didn’t give a (expletive deleted)!
Love has its cycles you see
With each cycle it brought out a bolder me
And if love blinds, my blindness was terminal
Love became going out
So off we went to Taco Bell
Then traveled all the way home holding hands
I was no longer young I wanted responsibility
So in the evenings I brought you Pizza and sprite to your hostel
You gave me a kiss for my troubles and I felt like King!
Then love waned and I was bored
So I took a break and went to write my poems
I had fun on my own until love came calling
So when I answered I came diving in deep
We went to coffee at The Mug and did movies at 20th
Then of you went and we text’d all the way home
Now when we held hands it was no longer awkward
No one stared at us funny
But if they did, it’s cos they were envious!
Love became sharing and talking
So we talked and talked till our batteries died
And when we met to talk hours flew away fast
Now shaped by all that
Love I guess means much more
Love is bold, its patient and its witty and funny
Love has hid its face from me momentarily
Which is okay but soon it’ll come knocking
And I will have another poem to write just like this one
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