in this day and age
you don’t always see it
or sense it
or feel it in your bones
but it’s definitely around
especially when you least expect it
this thing called love
february two thousand twenty-five
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
love is like an open prairie
self-sufficient and showcasing
every true color this world has to offer
weaving blankets of warmth on
cool autumn evenings
and providing shade to weary souls
love is like the birds of the prairie
welcoming each day with
songs of praise
awakening the flowers whose petals
unfold and open their hearts
without a single solitary condition
february two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 