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When Love Reinvents Itself

How do you define love? Is it a fantasy that keeps you awake at night or a reality that makes you thankful you are awake? Or is it a feeling that evolves with time, roots in the memory and takes its seat in your heart?

What comes to your mind when you hear the word, “love”? Does it strike to your heart and fills you with longings to go back to the past where things were in bliss and perfect harmony? Or does it soothe your heart and brings you to a higher appreciation of the reality that you have chosen?

There are songs that would bring you to tears because they remind you of the pain that someone brought into your life. But, there are those who found the deeper meaning of love- forgiveness and gratitude for the good memories shared together.  

I stopped writing poems about love when I was in second year law school. I ended my passion for writing love poems with a prose entitled, “Giving up my freedom.” I asked my classmate Jaz (who’s now a lawyer) to type it then I gave it to my boyfriend (now my husband). The title actually came from my dear friend Rony who’s also my husband’s friend. He challenged me to write a poem with that title. When I asked him why, he said love makes prisoners of men. When you give your heart to someone, he becomes your world, your happiness and everything you do must please him. But as time passed by I realized that it is the opposite. Love frees.

Today as I scribble these lines I try to imagine the beach where the waves toss freely and lavish it’s every touch on the sand. You can see that these lapping tides have the perfect freedom to splash itself on the shorelines and to go back to its bigger world which is the ocean- only to come back in  a matter of minutes and savor the sand.

I am the wave. The man I love is the sand. I have a world of my own, a life that I filled with career, studies, fulfilled dreams and devastating frustrations. There are people too in my life that I have cherished and some that I left completely in my past. But, the man that I have given my heart to will always be the gentle sand with its widest embrace, the soothing smile that makes you forget that life has its pains. In spite of the hurdling splashes that break its gentle streamlines, and disperses the sand castles carefully laid by lovers on the shore, the sand welcomes forever the touches of the waves.

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