Love is a contract

Love is a contract
of the heart
that is chosen
again
and again.

The base elements of love
combine together
in a free-will chain;
love can never be forced –
it remains terrorism’s unobtainable goal.

But when love dies
it cannot be resuscitated.

For love is a joyous dance
of mountainous happiness:
it’s alive to the touch –
it inhabits the flicker of an eyelash,
it’s seen in the curl of a lock,
it’s felt in the fingertips that map a heart across my back,
it’s heard in the sound of laughter from those lips,
it’s found in the smell of our bodies
combined.

Love lives
because
we choose
it,
again
and
again.

© Marjorie H Morgan