What is love? Did you ever ask yourself this question?
Many people imagine that love is an epic thing. Yes, it’s the only feeling larger than life itself. But also it’s a simple natural thing hidden in the small gestures shared every day, in the care, in the simple thoughts, in the time selflessly given to the other one without thinking of us, our work or career or needs. Time is something that we will never get back, it’s life out of our own life.
Love is in the way we make the other one feel, not a second best feeling, no concession made, no favour that should be returned. It’s the whole heart or nothing. The loved one cannot be “another”, but can only be “the one”.
So what is love after all? The trust , the forgiveness, the patience we give? Does it rely on words? But words can lie. It should rely on facts, on actions, on the level of involvement.
Don’t dream about love, make it exist and make it real. Don’t wait for anniversaries and valentines and prom nights and New Year’s Eve… There’s no need for too many words. So don’t talk about love, just prove it, simply give it. Show it.
Show me, don’t tell me
Love is the quiet flower
Blooming in our heart.
This is my entry for The Līgo Haībun Challenge
Don’t judge me, embrace me.
Don’t question my love, don’t hurt me.
For I love you the best I know.
Accept my imperfections.
Love me without questions and doubts
With a whole heart, the way I love you too.
Covering charades and memories
All her colored feelings , the days and nights
Her poetry never heard and the loneliness layed by her feet.
In a life of no future, in a dream of no end
Hides her soul unable to tell
The time to leave from the time to forever wait.
Reach out your hand and turn the key
Bring her back to life, cast light on the shadows
Open her eyes, set her secret free.
Silence weighs mountains on your soul
As you try to touch me,
To kiss my ghostly light
And my eons of darkness.
Yet I’m beyond your reach
In the dream of a fantasy.
This is my entry for the Trifecta Challenge.
As he arrived in the square his heart stopped beating for a moment.
Her memory filled up his mind, the image of the days when she was working on this piece, their last month together, the night before she had to leave, her tragic accident.
His eyes looking at the statue he remembered her saying “I’m dead without you”.
He saw just now the dispair the woman silhouette showed, as if she had the premonition of what was about to happen.
“I’m dead without you too.”
There he was, eyes in tears. Alone with her, lost without her.
This is my entry for the Friday Fictioneers Challenge