Late of Love
Love came late
Or, I came late to Love
There I’ve said it.
For years
I averted my eyes
From lacy Valentines in stores
And bouquets wrapped in cellophane
Tied with pink satin bows
Love was
a four letter word
Unspoken
Never dared
Not even in a whisper
Whispers belonged to lovers
Love Shined
Brightly in the spotlights
On wedding couples dancing
Love Glowed
Softly in the Moonlight
Flickering of candlelight
On tables where
Lovers dined
Love inhabited the fringes
I did not get to hold it
Only brush against it briefly
In the homes of those
Who had already
Heard it knocking
On their hearts
I did not look for Love
I did not hide from Love
I did not wait for Love
Perhaps I did not even
Hope for Love
Love came late
Not shouting
Not leaping
Not looking to move mountains
Only tapping softly on my shoulder
As I tapped away
at my keyboard
Love came late
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poem by Mary Havran
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