The Playground of Love
How Love Makes Grown Men Act Like Kids (In the Best Way Possible)
Published in
May 23, 2024
A suit of iron, heart of stone,
He walked a path of all alone.
Decisions sharp, a measured tread,
No room for dreams within his head.
Then came a smile, a sunlit ray,
That thawed the frost and stole the day.
His world unbalanced, steps alight,
The titan fell, in love’s sweet fight.
No longer pacing, stern and cold,
He skipped along, a tale untold.
Feathers scattered, ties askew,
A childish prize, a love brand new.
Windblown hair and heart set free,
He’d trade all power to simply be,
Not the stoic mask, the solemn air,
But a playful soul, a lover’s share.
