Love comes in shapes

Love comes in shapes
I never guessed.
I like some most
And others best.

Some circle round
Some sharp their edge
As if to strike.

Some run along
In parallel;
Some intersect
(But I won’t tell).

Seen clear, each line
And curve is viewed
With perfect awe
And gratitude.

Complex and simple,
Large and small,
The shapes of love
Make up us all.

We may obscure
With fear and pain — 
But given time,
Are true again.

O love and stranger,
Come and see
What brave and bold
What strange and fearful
Connects the shapes
Of you and me!