Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye "When Love Arrives" I got my heart broken last month so my friend sent me this video to comfort me. I would say it's a really beautiful poem , I was touched and I want to share t

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Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye "When Love Arrives"

I got my heart broken last month so my friend sent me this video to comfort me. I would say it's a really beautiful poem , I was touched and I want to share this with all of you.

You can search for the video on Youtube,Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye "When Love Arrives"

“When Love Arrives”

by Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye,performing at Inner City Arts in Los Angeles.

(Video <a href="https://buttonpoetry.com/sarah-kay-phil-kaye-when-love-arrives/" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(202, 32, 23);">via Button Poetry</a>. Below transcript <a href="https://lucifermeow.wordpress.com/2012/09/10/poem-when-love-arrives-sarah-kay-phile-kaye/" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(202, 32, 23);">via Lucifer Meow</a>.)

I knew exactly what Love looked like … in 7th grade.

Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my home room I would have recognized him at first glance – Love wore a hemp necklace.

I would have recognized her at first glance – Love wore a tight French braid.

Love played acoustic guitar, and knew all my favorite Beatles’ songs.

Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.

And I knew I just must be searching the wrong class room, just must be checking the wrong hallway.

She was there, I was sure of it.

If only I could find him.

But when Love finally showed up – she had a bull cut!

He wore the same clothes everyday for a week.

Love hated the bus.

Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.

Instead, every time I tried to kiss Love, our teeth got in the way!!!

Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to Ben’s house.

Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor but made sure we never miss a slow song.

Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up that’d be “Hello”… “Hh..” “Hello?” “Hh…” “I guess I’d hang up.”

And Love grew.

Stretched like a trampoline.

Love changed.

Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth.

Loosing parts of me I thought I needed.

Love vanished.

Like an amateur magician everyone could see the trapdoor but me.

Like a flat tire – there were other places I had planned on going.

But my plan didn’t matter.

Love stayed away for years.

And when Love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.

Love smells different now, had darker eyes.

A broader back, Love came with freckles that I didn’t recognize.

New birth mark – a softer voice.

Now there were new sleeping patterns.

New favorite books.

Love had songs that reminded him of someone else.

Songs Love didn’t like to listen to, so did I.

But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.

We found jokes that make us laugh.

And now Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.

(But Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.)

Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.

Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.

Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.

Love is messier now.

Love is simple.

Love uses the word boobs in front of my parents!

Love chews too loud.

Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.

Love uses a smiley face in her text messages.

And turns out… Love shits.

But Love also cries;

And Love will tell you “You are beautiful”, and mean it.

Over and over again.

“You are beautiful.”

When you first wake up, “You are beautiful.”

When you’ve just been crying, “You are beautiful.”

When you don’t wanna hear it, “You are beautiful.”

When you don’t believe it, “You are beautiful.”

When nobody else will tell you, “You are beautiful.”

Love still thinks, “You are beautiful.”

But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget.

When you need to hear it most, “You are beautiful.”

Do not forget this.

Love is not who you were expecting.

Love is not what you can predict.

Maybe Love is in New York City already asleep.

You are in California, Australia, wide awake.

Maybe Love is always in the wrong time-zone.

Maybe Love is not ready for you.

Maybe you are not ready for Love.

Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type.

Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce.

Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember.

Maybe Love is only there for a month.

Maybe Love is there for every firework. Every birthday party. Every hospital visit.

Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.

Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must.

When Love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”

If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.

Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet.

Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

16 окт. 2019 г., 8:19

Комментариев · 5

Yes I know but she is learning English. I am adopting the method that all natives learn by, via constant little corrections from their peers during their first few formative years. Minor typos I would have ignored, but it would be wrong to let a learner from another speaking country, continue to say "I went through heart broke". A foreign language student is the same as a native young child in their native language.

For the first year at least and for some time afterwards.

16 октября 2019 г.

I doubt the OP is looking for corrections in this case. By the looks of it, she's sharing her real life experience

16 октября 2019 г.

I went though heart break last month, my friend sent this video to comfort me, I would say it's a really beautiful speech , I was touched and I want to share this with all of you.

You can search for the video on Youtube, Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye "When Love Arrives"

"When one door closes another [door] opens". is the correct idiom. You can omit the second door to give a shorter version.

16 октября 2019 г.

Hi Cara

sorry correcting you but I think you might appreciate it..

I got my heart broken last month so my friend sent me this video to comfort me. There are beautiful lyrics that touched me therefore I want to share it to all of you.

PS Life is a beautiful gift, I'm sure you will feel much better soon. And remember..

"When One Door Closes, A Window Opens" ;)

16 октября 2019 г.