Somewhere in between
The novelty and the comfort
The feeling may arise
Before complacency arrives
Or boredom finds its root
Lies the space
Where love can grow
It’s not a guarantee
And can quickly be pushed away
Or spoiled and corrupted
Confused with something else
When novelty is present
Often mistaken for chemistry or lust
When complacency has arrived
It may feel heavy with obligation
Somewhere in between
This precious thing is found
In the space away
From the stimulation and excitement
Lies the space to breathe
The space to feel
And then the space to know
Is this person worthy of the gift I wish to give
Love is a verb
Often confused for a feeling
Love is a gift
It’s a decision made in the gap
In the space we draw breath
Where we know without doubt
The gift is one we’re ready to bestow
The feeling that arises is the desire to love
The space away from the person
We’re growing closer to
Is where we understand the depth of our emotions
And where we fall in love
Without the space, the budding relationship is buoyed up by things that don’t prevail
Passion, novelty, curiosity
Once those fade, without space, the relationship and the desire to love will diminish and over time be doomed
