LOVE In A Poem

This is not my writing… I am planning to write something like this soon though. This is my favorite love poem, a poem about expectations and realities of love. It is told by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye, and I even inserted their full video of the poem here. Its original title is “When Love Arrives”.

I fell in love immediately the first time I heard this poem.

And this is my favorite part of the poem:

“Love is not who you were expecting, love is not who you can predict.
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep;
You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone.
Maybe love is not ready for you.
Maybe you are not ready for love.
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love is older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
Maybe love is only there for a month.
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays- maybe love can’t.
Maybe love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to,
And love leaves exactly when love must.
When love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
If love leaves, ask him to leave the door open behind him.
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper,
“Thank you for stopping by.”

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About Dinda Dwita Puspasari

born and raised in the summer haze... a bookworm, an art lover, a dance enthusiast, a deep thinker, and a passionate writer... for any queries, you can contact me directly to dindadwitapuspasari@gmail.com
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