Love is a long word
made light as like,
and weighty as the world.
It is a four-letter word
illicit as you like,
if spoken as stolen or sold.
Unconditionally rare,
short and light
as a hook on a lifeline.
Long as a memory,
like a surprise
it is never – expected.
Light as the web that it is,
catching tears
like mist in a lonely hour.
Powerful as death
and long as life,
shortened to nothing by … but.
That’s why your love
is what you mean –
and can never be asked for.
2012 © Andie Davidson
See also: Food for love