All
I can say is you better pay attention when love starts
whispering in your ear. Drop what you’re doing, stop all
your stressing and fill your lungs with peace. Calm your heart
and make it still; be quiet: Love ain’t gonna shout your
name.
Not real love, anyway.
Back in the day
Sweetness, you remember those days when you thought love was
screaming your name at the top of its lungs. You’d see a boy
or a girl, and bells would ring, horns would blare, and you
thought, “This is it! I’m in love!”
You thought love would cradle you in a warm embrace. Kiss
you deeply while tickling the back of your neck with one hand
and rubbing circles on your backside with the other. You
didn’t have time for anyone or anything because love was
roaring in your ears.
But baby, that wasn’t love. That was just blood rushing
‘round your hyperactive libido.
In the light of today
True love is a chill up your spine that catches you unaware
and leaves you tingling — shaking off its effects but hoping
for more. It’s the soft refrain whose lyrics you have to
strain closely to hear, else their melody might just pass you
by. It’s precious, and it murmurs your name. Your
match is on Match.com