Love is

Connie Song
Nov 4 · 1 min read

a poem

Photo Credit: Angelo Lacancellera photography on Unsplash

Love is

Ignoring all the stop signs
in my head
and clutching a ride
on the back of his motorcycle

Stop.

Love is
my crazy heart beating wild,
His, ever ready,
Energized and steady
He accelerates, he brakes, he recalculates
I can barely wait for his full throttle

Stop.

And then, there’s trust
Strong, unshakeable,
Fragile and breakable
Why would I ever have gone
On this wild ride?

Love is worth the risk you feel
I tell myself
When it’s real and unconditional

It is unimaginably
Too intangibly
Impossible to comprehend
To try to understand

How beautiful
How volatile
How powerful
How sublime

Loves me. Loves me not.

Stop.

If love is fearless, why do I stand
in its way?