The Circle

And then Love is also...

 the gesture in your eyes

When you want to laugh

But stop yourself on your tracks

No to offend anyone you care for…

It is the smile on your lips

When you are talking about your dreams

Or the cuts in your fingers

Due to the cold winter,

No the one in the world

But the one inside you…

It is the curve on your shoulders

Bruised by carrying that daily cross

A cross made of  broken dreams,

lack of forgiveness, anger,

 Hunger for humanity,

 thirst for care and tenderness

 broken hopes that reminds you

How small the human heart can be

Sometimes…

And you keep loving despite

The lack of food in your plate

Or a roof over your head

Or a coat to protect you

Or company to make you laugh

Or a bed to rest your pain…

Love is the strength with which

You hold your tears

when lacking

 a hand to hold,

a soul to share with

a love to love you back

and yet you disregard

the same in others...

perhaps because

you never learned to give

the same way yo never

learned to receive?

and the cycle goes on:

giving, in the hope  of receiving;

when love should be free

should exist just because it is...

An at the end we all continue walking

In the never ending circle

of ice, chasing our tails

for an almost utopic dream.