Love is what love can be
And it can never be enough.
As much as I would like to
Pretend
That loving you
Is the most I can do
I have to say: it is not.
Love is never enough
Because love does not have to be;
Respect, honor, joy, humor, comprehension
Are equally important parts of any relation
Why is it that we think
That love will save the world?
It will not.
Because it can not
Love won't even save us
From us or others
And it is not supposed to;
Love must be what love is.
Beautifully terrible,
Uniquely average,
The sound on the background
Of life itself
That tiny little thing
To which all of us
Dance to;
Maybe love, after all, has got to be enough.
Not enough for life;
But enough for the lovers.
About the Creator
Yasmin Brussulo
I write about love, relationships, dreams, pop culture, art, Brazil, and whatever else I might set my mind off to.
I am a belly dancer, an English teacher, and the proud mother of a beautiful cat.
Please, make yourself comfortable.
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