I love the idea of love, but I sometimes lose faith and wonder if it really exists (anymore). The kind of love that my great grandparents shared. I think the focus of love has become so blurry and obscured that people believe that love is dispensable. Now I don’t believe that you should hold on to a lost love, and face it love does become lost sometimes and heartaches will inevitably occur. And that is the beauty of it as well. Working through the hardships and nurturing each others hearts is what love means. It isn’t supposed to be easy, but it isn’t supposed to be that hard either. There is a time to let go, but more importantly, there is a time to hold on and stay grounded. People are too easily detoured. 

Here is one of my favorite love poems by e.e. cummings 

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)