River Rose
RIP Avicii 1989-2018
I study love
Not an easy thing to say
I study love, as well as people
The ones that smile
The ones that frown
The ones who turn our worlds up on their heads
We love them, don’t we?
You see them every day
Or every week
Maybe every month
But you see them
You see them in a way no one else can
And no one else ever will
You hear them
Maybe not clearly
Maybe not as well as some
But you hear them
You listen to their problems
Even when you have so many of your own
You know what they smell like, no matter how creepy it sounds
How when the familiar scent floats into the room
Instantly you are calmed and your day brightens
You know that about them
You want to know what they like
What their favorite food is, if you don’t know already, because you want to try it too
If they prefer coffee or tea, because you hope to make their breakfast one day
Their favorite color, because you’ll give them a million drawings of it
If they like your sweatshirts, because you’d give them all away if they did
You want to feel what they do
If they’re sad, your heart feels like it’s been crushed
If they’re happy, you soar above the clouds on the wings of great eagles
If they’re afraid, you’re afraid too, but you’ll be there for them
You know what they feel, how you want to feel about them
You want touch
You want to know if their hands are gentle or calloused
If they are as easy to hold as they appear
If you can hug them with all your might, just because your day was awful
You want to feel their lips on yours
If they’re as adorably soft or morbidly chapped as you think
If they’ll let you hold their hand as you do so
We all want love
In whatever form it comes
In whatever shape it takes
We all want love
We all want touch, sight, smell, hearing, taste, feeling
This is a study of love
A study of people
And anything I have written before this is obsolete
Because if one does not exist with the supreme conviction that love exists
Then one cannot possibly exist at all
Not an easy thing to say
I study love, as well as people
The ones that smile
The ones that frown
The ones who turn our worlds up on their heads
We love them, don’t we?
You see them every day
Or every week
Maybe every month
But you see them
You see them in a way no one else can
And no one else ever will
You hear them
Maybe not clearly
Maybe not as well as some
But you hear them
You listen to their problems
Even when you have so many of your own
You know what they smell like, no matter how creepy it sounds
How when the familiar scent floats into the room
Instantly you are calmed and your day brightens
You know that about them
You want to know what they like
What their favorite food is, if you don’t know already, because you want to try it too
If they prefer coffee or tea, because you hope to make their breakfast one day
Their favorite color, because you’ll give them a million drawings of it
If they like your sweatshirts, because you’d give them all away if they did
You want to feel what they do
If they’re sad, your heart feels like it’s been crushed
If they’re happy, you soar above the clouds on the wings of great eagles
If they’re afraid, you’re afraid too, but you’ll be there for them
You know what they feel, how you want to feel about them
You want touch
You want to know if their hands are gentle or calloused
If they are as easy to hold as they appear
If you can hug them with all your might, just because your day was awful
You want to feel their lips on yours
If they’re as adorably soft or morbidly chapped as you think
If they’ll let you hold their hand as you do so
We all want love
In whatever form it comes
In whatever shape it takes
We all want love
We all want touch, sight, smell, hearing, taste, feeling
This is a study of love
A study of people
And anything I have written before this is obsolete
Because if one does not exist with the supreme conviction that love exists
Then one cannot possibly exist at all
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