Love isn’t always what we expect.
Love is different than I thought it would be.
I thought it would be a grandiose aura,
around myself and my love
that no one could deny was the real thing.
I thought that the passion would be undeniable,
sending an arc of lightning sparks across a crowded room.
I thought when we came together,
it would be waves crashing upon the shore,
bursts of light,
rainbows of color,
and rolling thunder.
What I’ve found
is that love is a quiet acceptance,
a meeting of souls,
a joining of hearts,
a sharing of dreams,
that is as soft as a whisper
and as pure as the driven snow.
Passion does not spark or roll or burst or shine
for us,
but is steady and blooming like the dawn,
calm like a tranquil lake,
free like a bird on the wind.
When we come together,
it is true intimacy,
love, and trust.
Love is different than I thought it would be.
I am quietly sure that he loves me.
I feel safe and cherished every day.
I dream of a future and babies to bounce on our knees.
I’m glad that love is different than I thought it would be.
For More Great Reads, See:
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!