Love is love

I’ve hidden myself — yet not really.

I am an open book…

but a closed door sometimes.

Your open heart determines mine.

But if you turn away,

I slowly close my own.

Oh world, I love you, world...

But you have taught me

how to be alone, world.

Oh love, I love you, love...

But only in the corners of my mind —

where you feel safe and far.

Because love is still love,

for the ones we love.

Oh mother,

The daughter you raised —

Your love is more than love.

But even she must walk alone,

She needs to fly.

She needs to cry.

She needs to try.

Oh brother,

Nothing is spoken,

But everything is heard.

We are not the same anymore...

Still, oh brother, love is love.

Oh friend,

You are the same friend,

You feel like love.

Please stay true...

And I won’t have to hide.

Oh world —

Why do we hide?

Because we fear being hurt.

We fear being judged.

We fear being left.

We fear not being enough.

But oh world —

Love is love.

Still we fall...

Into the same trap.

Calling it love — or maybe selfishness.

And those who sell the fish...

They are not selfish.

They give.

They love.

They survive.

And maybe, just maybe —

Love is, in fact... love.