I looked for Love in the box,
I wanted it perfect and packaged,
I wanted it to fill all of my expectations of what Love "should be",
I wanted what i thought it was i should want.
Then Love actually happened for me,
And it shattered all of the illusions and perceptions and conditions of the past,
Love hit me in the face and woke me up.
This Love meant i had to re-write all of the scripts and start again,
I had to re-discover myself.
Love is rarely rational, or logical, or linear,
Love is wild, untamed, beautiful, and at times, terrifying,
Love is letting go of the walls and boundaries that we create,
That keep us safe from the unfamiliar.
Real Love does not have rules and regulations about who we can and cannot love,
Real Love comes from somewhere beyond space and time, beyond right and wrong,
It creeps in when we are searching elsewhere,
It floods in when we surrender to something greater.
This poem is dedicated to Francesca Sciacca.