poetry

Love

I think love comes back to you

Slowly but surely

It comes in silence

Not much of celebration

Or background music

No confetti rains

Like a man returning back

From a stressful day at work

It’s not a series of coincidences

Or out of this world miracles

Something that seems so destined

As if the writer of the story is lazy

Love is that subtle consequence

It’s a mindful decision

Love is an intentional choice

Love doesn’t rock your world

It provides you the comfort of home

No matter how long it takes.

And love couldn’t be more beautiful

Than finding it at the breakfast table

Reminding you to eat

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