Love is patient also kind,
but can play with trusting minds.
If perceived plastic or fake
quickly crumbles, falls, then breaks.
Does not envy or boast proud,
but can make hearts walk on clouds.
Fantasy can blind bright eyes,
illusions turn into sighs.
Not self-seeking, never rude,
but can ferment once it’s brewed.
Grows and spreads from a small crumb,
at times makes logic feel dumb.
Hardly angered, clears mistakes,
but can soar once it awakes.
Shatters molds to gain control,
lays dormant in every soul.
Repels evil, revels truth
but can also heal and soothe.
Blankets sorrows with great warmth,
prepares views so joys set forth.
Divine and one of a kind,
always perfectly designed.
Often chased and sought by all,
appears when no longer called.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #177 March 13, 2023
