Love Story Poem by Kayla August

It is a mystery why I fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens to me. It is a mystery when it comes my way. It is a mystery why my love grows and it is a mystery why my love fails.

Sometimes, hopefully at least once in my life-the gift of love will come to me in full flower. This is the dream I want and to take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexperssible beauty. More often, it will come and take hold of me, celebrate in me for a brief moment, then it will move on.

When this happen to me, I often try to grasp the love and hold it in me, refusing to see that it is a gift that just as freely, moves away. When I fall out of love, or the person that love me feels the spirit of love leaving, he try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than just accepting the gift for what it was, then move on.

I want answers where there are no answers. I want to know what is wrong in me that makes him no longer love me, or try to get his love to change, thinking that if some small things were different, our love would bloom again.

I try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is no meaning beyond the love itself, and until I accept its own mysterious ways, I'll live in a sea of mistery.

If I find someone that is in love with me but I don't love him back, I'll feel honored that love came and called at my door, but gently I'll refuse that gift I cannot return. I'll not take advantage, I'll not cause pain. The way I will deal with love is the way I'll deal with myself.

If I fall in love with another, and he falls in love with me, and then love chooses to leave, I won't try to reclaim it nor to assess blame. I'll simply let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. I'll know in time.

I'll just remember that I don't choose love. Love chooses me. All I can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into my life. I'll give my love to the person who brought it alive in me.


I'll remember that love has its time, its own season, its own rason for coming and going. I cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into staying. I can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to me.But if it chooses to leave from my heat or from the heart of my lover, there is nothing I can do and there is nothing I should do.

I'm just glad that it came to live for a moment in my life
Thanks to: Carlos, Mark, Francis, and Timothy
They share there love with me
I share mine with them
It didn't last
But now
It ENDS.