Love

Love is your mother giving birth to you;

Despite the pain she knew she'd go through.

Love is the kiss on your scraped-up knee

And on your smooth forehead before you fell asleep

Love is the teacher who chose not to look

At your undone homework in the wrong notebook.

Love is the shine of the air at prom

All disco lights and pink lipgloss...

The Desire to be loved is sometimes concealed

Behind golden filters and lnstagram reels.

The desire to be loved manifests itself

In the way you never ask for help

The Desire to be loved is even in the scream

That escapes your lips when you just can't speak

The desire to be loved is in your masking eyes

Your head bowed down, the tears you hide.

The Desire to be loved is the teeth inside your cheek

When they haven't turned their gaze to you once all week.

The desire to be loved is cruel and mean

When you think you've outrun it: it's in your dreams.

But Love is everywhere, if you know where to search

Love is beyond the pain and the hurt...

Love is the man who died on the Cross

Even if you don't believe in God.

Love is the person who walks and stops

Whatever they're doing to pet your dog

Love is the wretched attempt at a joke

By your friend because you know that you're both flat broke

Love is the waiter in the coffee shop

Who talks to you, even when it's not his job

So don't feel lost if you can't figure out

Why you feel unloved, because the Love's all around...