When Love Arrives

S: And love will tell you "you are beautiful"
P: and mean it,
S: over and over again.
P: "You are beautiful."
S: When you first wake up,
P: “you are beautiful.”
S: When you’ve just been crying,
P: “you are beautiful.”
S: When you don’t want to hear it,
P: “you are beautiful.”
S: When you don’t believe it,
P: “you are beautiful.”
S: When nobody else will tell you,
P: “you are beautiful.”
S: Love still thinks - you are beautiful.
P: But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget,
S: when you need to hear it most,
B: you are beautiful,
S: do not forget this.
P: Love is not who you were expecting, love is not what you can predict.
S: Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone,
P: maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love.
S: Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
P: Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
S: Maybe love is only there for a month.
P: Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
S: Maybe love stays-
P: maybe love can’t.
B: Maybe love shouldn’t.
P: Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must.

-Sarah Kay and Philip Kaye

Read the full poem here:
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