A collection of great love poetry, chosen in no particular order or reason except that it spoke to me. I hope it speaks to you too. *Disclaimer: these works are not my own.*
And that's how I lived. I mean, that's how I'd been living. Decades of no no no no no no And that's okay, an accordion could not make a song
if it never closed. But then I met you
and I started feeling myself open, started feeling my yes coming back and it was the sweetest thing I had ever known the reverse of being haunted, like taking a deep breath
and pulling the fog off the glass. My love, my yes,
do you know how many times a day my gratitude frames your autograph?
Come see me in the good light. Come tell me what you tell the truth. Come trouble me. Come lightning strike. Come read out loud what I can't yet pronounce of my own life. Come wiser than the past. Come make me make you proud. Come hope too much. Come with all your ghosts. Come clown around when the timing's bad. Come promise me the world. Come trust me to do my best even when I don't. Come ask me to give you everything I have. Come knowing I'll give you my word that if you fall in the forest when there's no one around I'll be there before you land. Come be everything you are, my love. Come love this world, come hate it too. Come undone, come falling apart. Come every age you have ever been. Come tantrum in the grocery store. Come screaming for what's sweet. Come willing to spill, willing to stain the windows of the angry church. Come nervous brave.
Come tender as the trees forgiving the books for asking to be made.
Come with all your beauty leaving evidence behind, your fingerprints all over the thing that changed my mind,
that made me better than I was. Come love, make me better than I was.
Come teach me a kinder way to say my own name.
Come knowing I, like everyone have had my own blood on my hands.
Come help me to a gentler truth. Come share my parachute. Come let me share your storm. Come hush
the weatherman when he calls it bad weather. Come light as a feather on the bird that stuck around
to see the snow. I used to drive along the coast of Maine searching for the fog. Come with me to where the sea
lifts up into the sky just to slow us down. Come make it count, our finding each other
like we've found god, Come root for the salt. come believing we can heal it all, even everything. Even everything that has ever been done
I know how much the pain of this world weighs but I can still tip the scales in light's direction
whenever I have your name on my tongue. Whenever you say love is a ladder
to our highest selves, I say, May our falling be the most beautiful climb.
May the rings of the ladder shine on our hands. In the good light, and in the lighting strike, My love come become beside me,
'til i find your first silver hair in our tub. 'Til i find your last silver hair in our tub.
- Andrea Gibson
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