They say it’s blind
that love confuses the mind and baffles the heart
They say it’s reckless
That love turns the simplest of man into a wild disposition
They say it doesn’t make sense
That love cannot be explained or reasoned by the strongest of mind
They say it’s hard to find
That love is a treasure holding itself at bay only for the fortuned few to find
But love is seeing
It’s seeing the emotion behind the words and adoring what’s behind the mask
But love is freeing
It’s feeling cherished in our weakest of moments
But love is logical
It’s choosing a path and accepting the uncertainties that come with it
But love is surrounding
It’s the affection that waits to be invited in and then consumes
Love is more than a poem
It’s the flower of spring that, on the coldest of nights, you never thought would bloom
It’s the fire that brightens the hope of the young
It’s the point where the fond heart swells to deepest desire
And it’s in that moment that all the sayings make sense
Love is blind and reckless while simultaneously freeing and logical
Love is all things, captured and repeated over time
Only when the heart is opened will you know just what you’ll find