What is Love?

Day Three of Seven Days of Love:

For the first time in my life
I will admit it:
I don’t know what love is.

I imagine it must be like
Getting carried away
By the wind & laughing
Instead of crying when you admit
You don’t know
Where you will land.

Maybe it’s the act of
Examining your own soul
Finding places where
Footsteps have trod
Feeling relief to know
You were nice enough
To take your shoes off, so
You’d leave a path
To my heart
And that’s all.

Love could be deciding to
Release all preconceived beliefs
In order to fully embrace
The person you see
Standing before you. And embracing
New ways of seeing things
Because for once
You finally feel like you’re living
And not just breathing
Which is nothing more than a cold
Mechanical function of the body.

Or maybe love is as simple as
Falling asleep knowing
I will see you tomorrow
I will talk to you &
We’ll share smiles & space
We’ll touch when we speak
Touching with hands & words
Feeling calm in our own skin
Because there’s no other place
We’d rather be
Than with each other.

And for the first time
Not having to think about
Who I am so I can
Transform to who you
Want me to be.

Maybe love is a wrecking ball
That destroys walls erected to
Protect a heart that no longer
Needs protecting.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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