Opening the Door to Love
Don't be alarmed. It is only love
That feeling
Can you sense it?
It approaches softly
So quiet, so sudden
no words it will speak
you won't know its there
Like a sudden touch on the shoulder
Don't be alarmed
As startling as it might be
It is only love
A visitor at your doorstep when you least expect it
Do you open the door? Open your heart?
Or bolt the door and your heart?
Don't be alarmed. It is only love
A familiar stranger you've met a lifetime ago
Or a face so unfamiliar, one you've never met in your life
It will come radiated in a warmth you'll want to lean into
It will draw you in
you might even desire it, long for its presence
You might think
It's moving too slow, not moving at all
You stand impatient, conflicted
beckoning it to move faster towards you
While loves approaches often without warning
Let it approach on its own time, its own pace
Let it happen almost as naturally as breathing
It might take time
It will take time
Love can't be forced nor can it be rushed
And when you least expect it, it will be there
until you're standing face to face
So quiet, so sudden
Approach it with caution but don't be alarmed
It is only love
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Jasmine Aguilar
Fascinated by pop culture and its effect on society... movies, music, books.. and pretty much anything.
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Comments (9)
Wow. I loved this. Love, honest, slow, humble and in its most quiet, truthful forms. Very well written.
Such a beautiful poem. Congrats on such a lovely top story
Approach it with caution, it's only love. Nothing can be as rewarding, and nothing can hurt you more. Congratulations on Top Story!! Well deserved!
Congrats Top Story
YES >> >. Key points I like here > >> While loves approaches often without warning Let it approach on its own time, its own pace
The line “a visitor at your doorstep when you least expect it” really stayed with me, especially paired with that choice of opening the door or bolting it shut — it felt uncomfortably familiar. I’ve definitely had moments where love showed up gently, and I still panicked like something bad was about to happen instead of something good. I like how you remind us that love has its own pace, almost like breathing, and that our impatience can sometimes get in the way of noticing it’s already there. When you were writing this, were you thinking about a love you welcomed… or one you almost didn’t let in?
Outstanding.
I need to check the hinges. It's been so long since that door was used.
I loved the repeating line “it is only love” as if that tames it and makes it easier to tolerate or accept. I loved the softness you offered in this, almost like a mediation on allowing life into your life. Wonderful poem!