Before Love Learned to Stay

 The soul of a lonely heart,

In search of a companion,

This is impossible, but he learns to name.

The sky unfolds and wraps him,

in a plain linen,

a rib is stolen,

And he adapts.

‘Forever Male’ was his reward,

a name that marks her as his,

a part of him, not stolen,

but brought to light.

A bone of his bone,

that didn't sit in a bony cage.

She's not one of the twelve,

not the twenty-fourth.

Yet, she had such effrontery,

to break free

from sameness into relation,

that introduced the bond of pain and sweetness.

The tango that gave,

one plus one as one,

the first to wallow in an embrace of worship.

Pain,

sweetness,

moans,

tears,

laughter,

blessed with an ancient seal, never broken.

The dance of unity,

a whisper of vision,

The act to shield heritage.

Tell them to learn,

the embrace of romance,

Lock them on the heights by vow.

In every bond,

paste love’s substance,

binding two hearts into one.

Describe this one that longs to be remembered,

with seeds planted,

in a soil of sacredness.

These do not die to live,

they live to die,

to spend themselves,

in keeping the seal,

until love has weight,

until staying becomes an offering.

They spend breath,

their bodies,

spend will,

guarding the seal not with a chain,

But with choice.

Still, the mystery lingers,

hearts circling the fire,

eyes lit by sudden knowing,

that quiet ignition

where care learns touch

and touch dares to remain.

What burns here

does not destroy.

It marks.

It remembers.

It turns flesh into promise

and bone into prayer.

About this Poem

I wrote this after watching a story that reminded me that love is not discovered,it is instituted.

Marriage, to me, is the first anatomy lesson: how two become one, and remain as one.

And for Scripted care, this piece lives at the meeting point of science, self, and soul. 

It considers love as design, devotion, and discipline. Not the rush of feeling, but the quiet work of staying.