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
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