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Raindrop love
When the French talk about love-at-first-sight they have this expression ‘coup de foudre’ which literally means ‘lightning strike’
But there's another way for love to happen: when it seeps in slowly and deeply, like drops of rain quenching a thirsty land. That's why I like to call it ‘raindrop love.’ It grows from little things, little droplets: the way she smiles, how she plays with her hair when she's daydreaming, or the way she says this and that word.
It grows on you like a vine that covers the cracked old stones of a house façade with beautiful little flowers, fed not by lightning strikes, but by raindrops.
When the French talk about love-at-first-sight they have this expression ‘coup de foudre’ which literally means ‘lightning strike’
But there's another way for love to happen: when it seeps in slowly and deeply, like drops of rain quenching a thirsty land. That's why I like to call it ‘raindrop love.’ It grows from little things, little droplets: the way she smiles, how she plays with her hair when she's daydreaming, or the way she says this and that word.
It grows on you like a vine that covers the cracked old stones of a house façade with beautiful little flowers, fed not by lightning strikes, but by raindrops.
There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
- A stranger, by Lang Leav
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
- A stranger, by Lang Leav