LOVE IS A LIFETIME
Young people don’t know
What love is.
They think they know
But what they see is passion, or the shadow of love
Or the promise of love.
Passion is a pinch of black powder set off with a match.
It’s there and it’s gone.
It doesn’t depend on anything but a chemical interaction.
Oxygen, fuel…and heat.
And young people see the shadow of love all around them.
In movies, in their parents, and in fables.
It’s a framework, an image of something they can’t understand
Because they haven’t been there.
Love is a promise in their minds, a possibility.
Something to hope for, but something they don’t really understand.
Because love is a lifetime.
It’s early morning risings with a sick child.
It’s pledges, and arguments, and making up time and time again.
It’s learning to live with a stranger and making that stranger into your soulmate.
It’s bills, and tears. It’s hopes and fears. It’s challenges and years.
It’s more than passion.
Passion is a flame. Love is a cathedral.