So i'm not an established writer but I pen down somethings when I get bored or realllllllllllly inspired. Mostly by the most irrelevant things.
I wrote this on one of those days when the inspiration juice was flowing.
Enjoy.
What is true love?
Maybe its not meant to be lived,
But meant to be felt deep in our hearts,
When we feel the butterflies in our bellies,
When we hoot like owls that are over pumped,
when we jump like ducklings in heat.
Thousands of years ago, Someone came up with the notion, of the beauty of change.
Maybe he/she experienced true love.
When you have time,
Consider the value of memory,
Consider the fact that because something doesnt last forever doesnt mean its worth is diminished.
Maybe it was just a rationalization,
Easier on the soul than mourning,
what might have been,
A life unlived.
But, when you choose to believe in memory,
When you choose to believe in love,
When you choose to believe in an infinite bond,
When you choose to hold each other in your hearts,
As your singular secert,
You make each other whole.
Maybe there are other loves,
Even greater ones,
But you'll know this one remains true, perfect.
XO.
Cavannaugh.
