Love Takes a Minute

We are born looking, but love is not found.

It is cultivated.

Love germinates when physical attraction is past,

yet one is even more drawn.

Love sprouts in soil enriched with decomposing lusts and infatuations.

Love takes root when nothing unshared matters,

when you make her laugh

because you must see her smile,

and when those tender affections bear fruit that resemble her,

and you… improved.

Love comes when two discover a common goal, and dream.

When they strive toward that goal together, as a team.

When that dream is right there, finally within their grasp!

When nothing short of death can keep it from being achieved together…

and even death can only postpone the inevitable.

Here we have sifted through the hourglass sands to find love.

And it was time well spent.