This love


There is love that needs flowers
petals of  promise
that love exists.
Despite the hollow understanding
that flowers die.

There is love that needs constant confirmation
words piled upon words.
Despite the knowledge,
that repetition dulls.

There is love that needs constant passion
skin flush to skin.
Despite the realization,
that candles burn out.

Then there is the love,
that simply exists.

Wipes tears.
Holds Hair.
Confronts hiding.
Listens fiercely.
Holds hands.
Shouts back.
Races forward.
Seeks connection.
Fixes,
Mends,
Rebuilds.
Chuckles.
Celebrates.
Claims.

Sometimes,

Love comes without fireworks.
Without commentary.
Without grace.
Without soft words
or pretty ribbons.

It comes
and settles close.
Constant
like sunrise
like sunset
and heartbeat.

It does not speak words
It does not express passion.
It simply sits
nearby
listening
hearing
bearing
sharing
waiting.

The greatest love
is the one that is simply there
whenever you need it.
Without once needing
to tell you that it is.

–B<3

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

6 thoughts on “This love

  1. This is my favorite poem of yours, Bekki, so far. Words are wonderful things, but when it comes to love, actions — including the subtle, nearly imperceptible ones — do speak much more loudly

  2. It’s a beautiful, sad, reminder of all things that love encompasses. Surprisingly, it encompasses all — sadness, fear, insecurity, disappointment included.

    I am happy to have found your blog, Bekki.

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