Love isn’t found

Love isn’t found
It is built.
It changes form and shape
It breathes and grows.
It accommodates our tired bodies
And restful sighs
Our nervous laughter
And fierce kindness.
It is full of feeling, but thoughtful.
And just like Rome
Love isn’t built in a day.
Brick by brick we lay our foundation
Anticipate earthquakes, storms and tsunamis
But chances are, what is debilitating isn’t an unforeseen disaster
But the silent, chronic neglect of its foundation
Of not placing love at the centre.
Love isn’t found
It is built.
It exists in noticing quiet moments
In being seen and feeling heard.
It feels like home
With a fireplace alive enough to keep us warm
And not set our home ablaze.
It is the kind of work that isn’t draining
But what we live for.
And love that lives on
Is built together.
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