I looked for love in my father’s eyes.
It shone back with a certain type of light.
Had such a warmth of protection that even with the heat of discipline,
I still felt a wave of compassion.
Whenever our eyes met, his communicated:
‘I love you’. it translated _ ‘I’ll always protect you’
and love, was protection
love, was provision..
until time and divorce proceedings left me in a state of confusion.
So I looked for it in my teenage lover’s eyes
love glowed on his skin..
he had so smooth a voice, it deserved to be on radio
and that charming smile of his, ‘ahh! how Romeo!
see, his love,
it loved me..
deeply..
as best it could.
It made me believe the One + One = One phenomena!
..you know,.. like ‘you and me, we’ll be together forever’
but my ineptitude at math showed up pretty quick. turned out Me + Him = eX
..where ‘ex’ is an infinite math error. sigh
Real talk, We all go through this right??
The quest for love in its truest form. so insatiable and yet tempting
we hop from friend to lover..
from parent to neighbour..
from brother to stranger
and all the kinds of temporary pleasure..
just to grab a hold of love….
just for its taste to linger
a little more longer.. the taste of
Validation
Approval
Attention
Renewal…
And how many of us have played the game above before??
Hopping and hopping until we can hop no more and still feel no love..???
….
So I stopped looking.
cos it dawned on me, that ‘we only search for things that are Lost’
and love is not a Series
so watching it on a human DVD
requires a whole lot of heart for
suspense and heartbreak,
patience and forgiveness.
In not searching I found…
it’s always been right in front of me..
and if only my eyes would let me, I’d see
Love,
no matter how turned and tossed
it’s been right there all along..
bleeding on a rugged Cross!
~sheyla~