Falling in and out of love
is a dippy concept
as though love was a pothole
an accident
waiting to happen.
Do not mistake love
for want;
it is not the blossoms
it is the roots
and they take time
to burrow.
And do not mistake the end
for anger;
once you have roots
it takes a long time
to starve them.
If your love could speak
it would say
your storms do not intimidate me
I am not so easily
vanquished.