a letter from eros

love is unconditionally true,

as newborn eyes looking back at you

love is quiet, on a rainy day

when holding hands seems to braid colors
into the gray

love is patient, when voice is lost

strength in understanding at every cost

love is a fighter when battles concede

finding equal footing, a tug of war freed

love is clarity when sight is gone

a caress in the dark, curtains drawn

love is loud when tears ignite

a warrior in battle prepared to fight

love is years of day to day

yet living in that first hello
when your lover looks your way

love is simple yet so completely complicated too

as intricate as pieces of a puzzle,

as delicate as the morning dew

love is ageless, knows not of any bounds

worth growing old with

worth walking in the rain to

worth bravely speaking aloud

if love happens to kneel upon your door

greet it gently, sip it slow

for it knows already the way to your core

it need not bound you

no desire to proclaim

you’ll know when it finds you

no matter brief, no matter the refrain

for love is unconditionally true

beyond any scars, eyes that’ll find yours

to see that true you

Listen to me read A Letter from Eros