Love…
…is a simple complication. Or is it complicatedly simple? If complicated means “difficult to analyze or understand” and simple means “unassuming, unpretentious and sincere”, the love we share is both at the same time.
From “Thirst” by Pulitzer Prize winning poet Mary Oliver
..from the complications
of loving you
I think there
is no end
or return;
no answer,
no coming
out of it;
which is the
only way to love,
isn’t it?
