Love
The best flowers are not found in shops.
They are the kinds you find
Growing on the sides of highways
During unnatural seasons;
The kind for which you would
Come
To a screeching halt
To get out, run back,
Dart and dodge between
Speeding cars
Just to pick them
For lively endurance,
For the object of your affection.
The greatest love shall never come to you,
But it shall summon
The greatest feats of your desire
And the burning of midnight oil
In recognition of a purpose
With no necessary identity.
With enough cause
It will rock you
Through the self imposed fray
Between bouts of harmless laughter
And as it washes over, you
Will find yourself
Opening up,
Not wondering how it works
But admiring how lovely
Life can be.
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