Some Love

Some love can be traced back to teenage bedroom walls,
the blu-tacked posters pointing to a hairstyle you will
always find attractive, no matter how anachronistic.

Some love is like an English summer picnic,
If the conditions are right there's nothing quite like it
But if it rains (very probable) then be ready for disaster.

Some love has lots in common with a favourite pair of earrings,
So very well matched but in honesty, if one was to be lost
It would look just as good, better even, worn with another.

Some love is like losing the use of your fingertips –
Those basics, once so essential to everyday existence
Now as insignificant as a soundless speaker.

Some love beams the way sunlight falls on half-built glass buildings,
Steel skeletons suddenly beautiful and necessary to hold up something
You will one day have full access to, but eventually will fall.