Pebble love


Loving is not hard.
It is as simple as
breathing out and
breathing in.

What is difficult,
truly sharp,
is knowing how
to make more
love.

It is all well and good
for me to love you
to cup your heart in my hands,
and marvel at its beauty.
Consider your wondrous
texture and depth.

It is another thing, indeed,
to know how to cultivate
and tender its progress.
To lead that love into places
it needs most to grow.

Real love is not
passively looking into eyes
and treading water.
Reluctant to pull away and live.

Real love
the kind that makes
sense.
Is the kind that pushes
develops
stretches
and cultivates blooming.

Challenges and confounds.
Chastises and grounds.
Makes messes and comforts loss.
Real love means growth.

Without it love falters.
Love becomes a pattern
that you do not know how to make bigger.

If you have never seen a pebble
drop into a puddle
you will not understand
that love is
about expanding circles.

I want to be your pebble.

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!!

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