You can’t catch feelings
Not like a summer cold
In the midst of a heatwave
It’s always complicated
This idea of instant love
The constant contemplation
Of this inexact science
That often leads to ruin
These blatant platitudes
That both excite and condemn
When we need consistency
Because love must germinate
It must grow from within
Until the feeling is solid
It must take a certain root
Deep down in fertile ground
It’s not at all contagious
Not a stirring in the soul
Blown in by a fickle breeze
Or an omnipresent glance
That needs no introduction
Love is a constant challenge
In search of an opportunity
To thrive.


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