When I read poems on love It seems that almost all Of them focus on the guy At the grocery queue or the Girl/guy at the book store and how Sparks flew and then they broke Each other's heart kind of love The "fuck your brains out" and "I'll be here for you (until I won't)" Kind of love.
But a very few of 'em seem To talk about the parent kind Of love, how mum would stay up Till two in the night making Sure that you fell asleep, or Tell you she wasn't hungry When there was only one Piece of cake remaining, how Papa would bring the coloring Book you had always wanted So what if they didn't tell You "I love you so much" Every hour of every day.
And even fewer talk about The best friend kind of love The 3 AM texts, sending you Links to Instagram videos And making you laugh like You haven't the whole day Who would ask you "how much Do you need" if you ever hint That you are in a financial jam So what if they don't tell you "I love you" every hour of every day.
And rarest of all, they never Talk about the sort of pure love That only an animal can give you A love which is unlike any human Affection and operates purely on Its own wavelength, how you can Learn to speak their language Because they can't speak yours And know that they care for you Far, far more than you'll ever know. (God I wish my dog wasn't Already eight years old)
They don't talk about these sorts Of love too often, because It's not the kind that Sells too many copies, and I Honestly think that that's Kinda sorta unfair to The whole idea and definition Of what love is supposed to be.