Poetry by Photography: Love Locked Lovers

So many; Love locks hanging in the waning light
Yet none of them are really quite alike
Some are big and some are small,
Some have been weathered; rust and all
For one out of naivety, another perhaps assured,
But neither promise could be insured

For you and I, we are individuals all
Sometimes we just cannot predict a fall
But those who keep strong in the rain,
May find their love holds through the strain
And at the end of a time of trial –
Their love locks fused, never to exile

Some forlornly looking in quiet haste,
Others holding hands in rapid chase
Fingers are traced around an etch
While toes are tipped to peer past the hedge
Love locked lovers in embrace,
Navigating through life’s intricate maze.

April 2015, Sunset at Namsan Peak, Seoul, South Korea

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Intricate.”

Personal: Love Is

Love is

The breakfast of tuna and eggs that mom makes every weekday morning. It’s dad falling asleep on the couch while waiting to give you a ride to the train station at 10.45PM because you’re heading out. It’s the texts you get at 3.30AM asking whether you’re on the way home. It’s when you wake up to find your curtains magically drawn so you’d have an uninterrupted sleep. It’s why grandpa used to bring back toys from McDonald’s every few days without saying much – I’d only later realised what it’d all been about, many years after he’d passed on. It’s also when everyone says they’re full because they know you’d like that last fillet of salmon.

Love is

The warm hand that holds your cold one. The sweater that you’d come home with but had left the house without. The knowing glance from across the table that tells you you’re both thinking the same thing. The knee that accidentally touched yours but that you both let stay. The things that make you laugh- and later, when you recall them again, you’d smile to yourself. It’s when someone insists to take you out to dinner or drinks because they know you’re feeling down- or when someone tells you you’ll be better soon and promises they’ll stay, even if they don’t know exactly how long it might take.

Love is

The tune that you both dance to- the rhythm of your hearts. The shared experiences and all the memories, and promises. The same passion and shared enthusiasm for life and what lies ahead- to chase dreams together. It’s having someone cover you while you bazooka the crap out of the damn enemy to complete that mission that you’d otherwise had to do over and over again in solo campaign.

And although I still have much to learn, this much I know – Love is always there, whether or not you notice it. Happy Valentine’s day (: