The Metamorphosis of Love

Love was a noun.

A proper noun.

And everything Edward Love

Did was proper.

Predictable.

He always stayed

In his lane,

Always colored

Inside the lines.

Until the day Edward Love

Found love,

The verb.

And Love, the proper noun,

Became imprudent.

Unpredictable.

Sometimes veered

outside his lane,

and colored wildly.

All to gain the attention

Of the object of

His love.

When she finally said “hi,”

Edward Love

No longer resembled

A proper noun.