Love, Be Kind

There’s something so courageous
about being in love.
Something defiant,
awe-inducing, surreal — even violent.

It is not so much that love is a mystery —
It’s an uncontrollable force.
We are familiar with it,
as we are with wind and rain.

We can often recognize the tendencies of love,
akin to a meteorologist reporting the week’s forecast.
But, in all we know,
we know nothing.

For who can predict the mighty gales of a hurricane?The very elements
that cool us, warm us, and refresh us;
have the power to blind us,
consume us, overtake us—destroy us.

This I know of love;
it is a familiar and uncertain force,
that bows the will of man
with a necessary violence.

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