AND LOVE CAME BACK by Sophie Gregoire

Love can't be chased or sought. Love can't be prompted in our lives...

New loves come our way when we're ready for a new romantic ride. New loves come our way when we've healed, learned and risen higher than the energies and ways of our previous flames.

New loves always come our way as a reward, a blessing, a gift -- a sign from above saying "We've seen what you've done, we've seen the work".

And when a new love comes, unexpected, to teach something new -- we start by wondering, asking ourselves if we can do it, if we're truly ready. But love always wins, ultimately.

And we finally give up the fight, to surrender in the unfolding unknown and embrace, once again, the mysterious path of love.

And Love Came Back

by Sophie Gregoire

Dear lover

Thank you

For,

This unexpected entrance

Thank you for,

Passing the curtains

The porters

Of my heart.

How unsettling,

The sudden entrance

Of a Knight,

May feel.

How unexpected.

Strangely,

Isn’t it ?

I would love

Enjoy

To rest,

In your arms

A little longer.

Admire

A few more wooden moons

Share,

A few seasons’ shifts.

Strangely,

And this new me

Surprises me

Because,

I thought

I had even said no

Whispered to Love

“Later,

Not now, I’ll miss my turn “.

This surprises me,

Of myself

Because,

I had thought

For a while

That love had forgotten about me.

Strangely,

I would love,

I believe

Who knows?

To share

A few sunny trips,

Right next to you

The light?

To read,

Your eyes

To relate,

Your hands

Paint your outline

With my hands

Gloved

Feline

Delicate,

Again.

Those lines

Like most of my poet words

Will remain,

A mystery.

As only my heart

And my green eyes,

Starting to weep

Flowery tears rolling down my cheeks,

For you

Was I expecting this?

Only them know

My heart,

My heart alone

And these green golden eyes

Missing

Your hand,

Only those know

Who,

Which lover

Which harbor

Which eyes,

We are speaking of.

Isn’t it funny,

To see

How life plays with our hearts?

To see,

That the ribbons

The silk of love,

Truly never leaves.

You see,

Dear love

I wasn’t expecting

To cross path

With you,

That soon.

What should I do

So,

This thick

Iron

Shield

Grey

Armor

Around my chest,

Take it off.

I wonder.

What,

Will happen

Of the two of us?

Only the way,

The way still not written,

Knows.

Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here.

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