Love in Small Doses
Exploring the quiet moments and hidden longings that make life worth living.
I Didn’t Want This to Be About Love
But what is life without a fragment of it?
Ecstasy, scattered across our very being.
You may question its existence—
Loathe it,
Despise those who crave its presence.
But deep down, my love,
You want a flicker of it too.
Just the tip of your fingers
Longing to feel a tender stroke—
Don’t lie to yourself.
You do.
We all do.
And you, Mi Amore,
You deserve it.
Why?
Because your very breath
Justifies its existence.
A mother gazes at her child,
Drinking in their eyes—
A joy wrapped in skin.
Emotions swell—
A tidal wave of feeling.
A friend stands steady like an ancient oak,
Roots intertwined beneath the surface—
A quiet strength that holds you firm
When storms rage above.
Siblings laugh like rivers running wild,
Carving paths through rocky lands—
Together shaping the course of life,
Unseen but ever-present.
Lovers look at each other,
Hearts fluttering beneath the skin,
Time stands still—
It’s just you two.
A flame gnashing,
Refusing to die.
So yeah, you want that.
Even if you reach for it in silence.
Who knows?
Maybe if you give it,
You’ll receive it in bundles.
But not always.
I must warn you — there is pain.
There is sorrow dressed in silence.
And what greater ache is there
Than to give love
And not receive it?
Yet love,
Like that strength gathers quietly –
Waits—
Knowing that with time and warmth,
It will flourish again,
And promise new beginnings.