To swirl aimlessly in flight

to frolic through luscious green parks

hurriedly flowing city streets, gaze at beautiful castles

whose beauty fails to compare to newly wedded bliss

love deserves

to skip to sounds of morning birds

scurry along cast iron fences

listen pensively to nature’s evening melodies

then stop—at whim—to sit on steps of contemplation

pondering, waiting its next move

Oh yes, love deserves

despite seasons of sadness, sickness, stale days

despite plateaus of poverty, perplexity, painfulness

despite crossing egresses of injury, injustice, indecency

despite treading cobblestones of chaos, cultural divides

despite rolling meadows of misery, misfortune, malice

Love still deserves

to believe all things…hope all things…endure all things

So yes, let love dance—it must

lift its limber arms in praise and adoration

victoriously glide along streets of faith

paved with grace-filled moments

sprinkled with mercies, surprises, passion

yes, let love exude its breathful aura

whisper its tender request

close its eyes, give warm kisses

ooze its playful pheromone

wiggle its feet (if it wants)

for love deserves its dance