I want to write a poem about love.
I don't mean sex.
If sex is your greatest desire,
If it satisfies every longing in you,
You may as well stop reading and open up a dating app instead.
Love.
What is it?
I believe it's being willing to stand in the gap.
What gap?
I'm glad you asked.
Walls are built to keep something safe.
But not every wall can be solid.
There are gaps.
It's through these gaps that danger creeps in.
Thieves.
Murderers.
Liars.
How can we stop these from getting in?
Someone must stand in the gaps and fight to ensure safety of those inside the wall.
That is uncomfortable. That is dangerous. That is love.
November 6, 2019
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