Perhaps

perhaps

How do you say goodbye to love, effectively let it go?

Perhaps you don’t

Perhaps you aren’t supposed to

Maybe that is why love is so special

Maybe once you have felt love it lives inside of you until the end of time

Could it be we aren’t supposed to fear love

Could it be we aren’t supposed to grieve love

In my simplistic heart and untethered mind

Love seems to be something special

I curiously wonder

What would happen

If when we found it

We just said I love you

If when we found it

We simply felt

Trusting that no matter what path the love takes

Love will always exist

Love will just be

Forever more

~Alisa Hutton

May I

true love

A clear winter night, the moon dancing over the ocean seemingly dusted with magic

The crisp air biting with nervous anticipation

May I kiss you now?

I am sorry the moon is not hanging quite right, you will need to wait as the moon and I have a special relationship

As they bid goodbye she thought maybe there is still hope

May I kiss you now?

I am sorry I am far too tired you will need to ask me when I feel more rested, perhaps try another season

Walking side by side in the park on a perfectly temperate romantic spring day

Tulips and daffodils in perfect sway the moment seemed right and the season surely better

May I kiss you now?

I caution you the spring is never the right time to make such commitments

Spring is the time for bloom, the flowers and I need our space to grow

Sitting on the beach with the summer sun warming their backs and sand romantically sticking to their souls

May I kiss you now?

Summer is the time for travel I must leave you and this place in order to feel truly free

Fall arrives with a muted grey, alone watching the fire

Breathing in the dull comfort and safety of being alone

The doorbell rings

I have finished wandering and done all that I have needed to

Can I sit beside you and watch the fire, can you ask me once more?

Before I do, answer me this

Why have you made me wait so long?

Romance is beautiful, commitment long but as the seasons pass only that of a true love will remain consistent and strong

May I kiss you now?

~Alisa Hutton