Saw this beautiful word poetry on youtube. I’m not really into poetry but I sure am not numb to not appreciate this. And Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye put my disorganized thoughts about love into beautiful words. Here are my favorite lines:
Love is not what you are expecting. Love is not what you can predict. Maybe love is in New York City already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong timezone.
Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to and love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”
I found a copy of the full poem here