Inspired by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye's "When Love Arrives" spoken poetry this is my first attempt to write an online post about LOVE. I don't know why I'm doing this, but maybe, just maybe I don't want to forget how love looks like, its expectations and realities.
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Love is like a blank canvass. Enticing vast possibility of the artist's greatness that will not be realize until the painter makes the first stroke. First glance, first smile, first attempt to say "Hi."
Love is like a traffic light. There's a time to go, pursue, chase your love story and fight for what your heart have to say; a time to stop, to whisper the words "goodbye," to walk away as silent tears form diamonds in your eye; and a time to wait, to rest in the assurance that one day he will come to sweep you off your feet and tell him "you are worth the wait."
Love is like an eye wear. It helps you see life clearer and appreciate its colors. Few lucky ones, already find their pair of eyeglasses with accurate lens prescription that fits them perfectly. Others endure the wrong glasses. Some are still looking around to find theirs. While others doesn't need one.
Love is like a piece of heaven here on earth but remember that it can also drag you to hell.
Love makes you eat vegetables your tongue didn't dare.
Makes you wear skirt and high heels your feet cannot bear.
Love makes you brush your teeth three times a day.
Makes you spray that perfume scent in case you bump him at the cafe.
--Author: Girlie Mangalo