It’s an elusive little thing
Annoyingly furtive and flighty
Only presenting itself when coaxed
It’s hide away a secret
It comes in an instant
And sometimes not at all
It either appears uninvited,
sudden and spontaneous
Or only by intentional choice
It leaps over boundaries
Heals deep wounds
It maddens the mind
It moves the body
Some people call it an emotion
Some people call it a choice
Others know it only in abstract terms
And others only know it physically
I often wonder if I’ve known it.
Truly, like in the way that poets, artists, musicians and authors have described it.
And then, other times, I see it everywhere
Inescapable, in the small, the mundane, the ordinary
Maybe that’s just because “love” contains multitudes. It is all these things, and infinitely more...
- Jason Authers 🫶
