Prose Poem
Love is infinitely more than a fleeting emotion. It's a conscious choice that you partake. It's a persistent effort that you toil. It's an irrevocable faith that you believe in. It's an unassailable commitment that you hold on to.
It isn't always sparkling sunshine and blossoming flowers. It isn't always crimson blushes and fluttering butterflies. It isn't always tender hugs and ravishing kisses. It isn't always glamorous gestures and enchanting forevers.
Sometimes, it's that minuscule shaft of light passing through the ashen grey clouds with no promising silver lining. Sometimes, it's when you lament with tears of melancholic rain but they see rainbows in the mist of your eyes. Sometimes, it's when the soaring sun touches the sinking ocean and they emulate your reflection. Sometimes, it's when your eclipse waves their tides and their highs and lows harmonise like a water-coloured canvas. Each and every single time, love is to stay. Empathy.
