We think Love’s great arch-enemy is Hate.
It isn’t. it’s Familiarity.
Love dies a little each time we create
A shortcut out of who we always see,
Or think we know each other inside out—
Which is how love defines security—
It flies on auto-pilot over doubt
And always lands close to complacency.
When lovers become X in an equation—
When easy answers choke hard questioning—
Then all we think we know is just evasion
Because nobody takes in anything.
And that’s what real love needs to keep on growing:
The daily risk of learning, and not knowing.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells