When we emerged on to the busy High with the traffic streaming past, we shook hands, and he said 'I shan't say goodbye. We'll meet again.' Then he plunged into the traffic. I stood there watching him. When he reached the pavement on the other side, he turned round as though he knew somehow that I would still be standing there in front of the Eastgate. Then he raised his voice in a great roar that easily overcame the noise of the cars and buses. Heads turned and at least one car swerved. 'Besides,' he bellowed with a great grin, "Christians NEVER say goodbye!'
-Sheldon Vanauken (talking about C.S. Lewis)

Where I Write a Love Poem

I'm not much of a poet, but I wrote a poem the other day. Although it is not targeted towards any man, it captures--in a small way--my own reflections on what real love is like.

I don't want to love you
At first sight

I don't want to love you
For the charm of your grin
Or your polychromatic laughter

I don't want to love you
Like I dreamed I would love you
"You", one of "them",
One of those "hippies" or "readers" or "men with a pen"
Or even one of those "blue-eyed" wonders

I want to love you
Where only grace can take us

I want to love you
With a sculptor's gaze

I want to love you
With the love that counts hairs

I want to love
you.