Love Starts as an Infant

Love Starts as an Infant

TH
09-25-98

Love starts as an infant,
Innocent and pure.
A strong hope for a future,
Today’s job…just nurture.

The living example of
Saying “ignorance is bliss”
Lucky to be so blind,
Harsh realities… lucky to miss.

Struggling through lessons,
Dreaded terrible twos.
A padded time of hugs,
Kisses and “I love you’s”

Still latching and holding.
Afraid to let go.
Embracing with all might
To the love that you know.

Slight turn to the world.
“My God! It seems so huge!”
I will face it love,
If you come along too.

Bumps and scrapes,
Stumbles and falls…
Each one a lesson that
Next to the bond are so small.

Turning to the world,
Taking it on.
Now able to run.
No longer a fawn.

Reality stinging…
Burn on the face
Turning to love,
Ahhh! The sweet taste!

Freedom to conquer
The worlds beyond.
Would rather be with you.
Of your love I have grown fond.

The greatest lesson
To be learned is so great…
No need to look beyond,
Under your nose is your fate.

A love one matured,
Continues to grow.
Another lesson learned…
You do reap what you sow.