Love

Is
a curious thing. Sometimes
it barrels into you, leaves you
breathless. Other times, it comes
in-
to your life, a tentative beam
of morning sun sneaking
through the blinds, and you think
this
light isn't possible. The shutters
are drawn. Night should linger
on. I don't feel like waking. Yet the
room
comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers
away, and at last you can no
longer deny the dawning.

Author: Ellen Hopkins