To love her is to walk
Over egg shells and rose petals;
Is to embrace shy rainbows in the
Middle of the storm.
To love her is to decipher new
Worlds of pixels and apps and
Fake deaths that draw out laughs.
To love her is to live in wonder
At the witnessing of the beauty that
Is and the beauty that is becoming.
To love her is to bite your lips
Not to say the wrong thing that
Can be echoed at the therapist’s
Chair, twenty years from now.
To love her is like being a scientist
Of life, analysing the way she sees,
She thinks, she reacts, smirking
With pride at her talents and puffing
With frustration when she refuses
To go down the labyrinth and press
The red button you have set up, to
Help her, according to your mighty
To love her is to live in fear.
Is to see monster in every corner,
Dangers in every screen, five minutes
Of lateness set off alarm bells in your
Heart and you can hardly breath and the
World loses all its colours until
You hear the door open and everything
Is fine, once more.
To love her is like a one
Way mission to Mars.
There is no going back,
There are no easy ways out,
And Houston, we will have
Problems. And yet what
You are living with her,
Doing for her, learning from
Her, is the stuff new worlds
Are made off.
And you know that is how
It should be, because to love
Her, is to discover yourself,
And allow yourself
To be the self you are meant
To be: a full human who