We choose love. Or do we? Choosing the way of the romantic heart is to follow an unpredictable, crazy road of emotion; to invite bliss and pain in varying degrees. And when pain is the result, it’s usually in the the “worst-ever” catagory. No! Yes! No!
So I decided one morning, while ruminating on the state of my own heart and by the same token, current love interest, what a lot of guts it takes to keep ‘going back for more.’ Therefore, my reasoning continued, the way of the heart is surely that of a kind of warrior. I am a – what do I call it? I am a…Fiercely Female Warrior of the Heart! Who vows to do no harm save to anyone besides myself! I am in hot pursuit of true love, careening down the path of ultimate mystery. A champion to the death of love happily ever after. Despite numerous failures. Miscalculations. Hits and misses and hurt that seemed endless.
More images flood in with these thoughts…I take a determined stance with an invisible sword of love. I swing at the moon, make my play, swallow stars of longing. I sing out a cry, calling, calling. The battle wages in the secret chambers of my own life. Something pure and sweet shakes and shifts in the earthquake of my making. I am trembling, purified.
I can be patient, even with a singing sword. The sun rises and sets, the moon waxes and wanes. Months go by yet still I search, eyes open, heart ready for the next, maybe the final, recognition of love well and truly. I can wait for you. I can keep the road open so you can find me; fearless and still full of hope.