Besotted to Bearable ~ She’s come unloved

If I were a flower, you would pick me beautifully blooming from the rich, dark earth and put me on display for all the world to see. Until I wilt and my edges become discoloured, and you look to other flourishing gardens that boast a vast palette of colour and bouquet of fragrances that pleasure your senses.

If I were a bird, fluttering in your garden, you would catch me and cage me and have me sing you beautiful songs, dusk until dawn, songs only for your ears. Until my voice tires and the songs become lost in one another and the melody becomes background noise.

If I were the sun, you would bake beneath my warmth, your face beaming to the skies, glowing, beading, glistening from the intensity of my heat. Until my heat becomes unbearable, so immense and without a shady respite, and you can no longer tolerate this blistering love.

If I were the moon, you would honour the curves of my body and bask in my glory, so powerful, so bright against the blackness. I would entrance you and pull you to me like the tide. Until the clouds of my being, inevitable as they are, dull my light and you disappear under the shadows of the night.

If I were a vast sea, you would ride my waves, dance in my swell, delirious in play as I curl myself around you. Until I become too deep and dark, and you become exhausted by the turbulence of my riptide, you are no longer enticed and seek refuge back in my shallows.

If I were you, I would recall the vivid sweetness of this flower. Sing with me, join our sun-drenched skin with all its curves, play in the depths together and be grateful. Because in the quiet moments of the everyday, when you don’t even know that I’m there, I’m remembering all of you from our beginning.

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Love does not die. We let it happen. We stop being grateful. We stop witnessing, with intention, the others’ magnificence. No one is ever the same person they were yesterday and so there is always something new to discover. If love is to last, we must seek out the magnificence, take interest in and celebrate their renewal each day, and be forever grateful for the privilege of loving them.