This Funny Thing This Love

The Funny Thing, This Love

Many have expressed it with words so profoundly. In songs too astounding, in prayers sweetly utter, kept or flung away. A single way with nouns, verbs, and expressive adjectives, in form and rhythm tone. When the heart has found its home. Love Ah! smile... Where love's embraced, the wounded weep silent volumes, and snuggle beneath the sheets. Listening to each other triple heart makes a beat. And though they never knew the heart must also bleed, it becomes elementary when lust has lost its course, from looking for love in all the wrong places; to finding oneself in all those too-familiar spaces. Not noticing it staring you face two faces: convoluted as it may be and always in plain sight for all to see. Oh, love! what's love if it's meant to be? All those stories, romanticizing, or novels, for fantasizing, when your knight in shining armor, may never leave the lines on the pages, and ride in on love and learn to be love. Yes! yes! Jesus our teacher proves that there's no love without pain and tears to wash away those stains that remain. For those who haven't made the significant exchange, for love to be love; give time space for its places. Then give yourself grace there's no Shame though maybe an awful pain in lies where love remains. It's one of the many keys that can unlock the heaven doors or lock the heaven for life. But this funny thing called love resides in jewels remedy, most vulnerable that seen through the world of simplicity and the great exchange is the art of life love.