Write a love song void of hate.
Let the words become continents, stationary yet spinning uncontrollably.
Let the verses roll of the tongue and promise that they are true.
Maybe in a day or a week or a month the words will lose meaning, but now, they must be the truest thing you've ever written.
No matter the love, romantic or familiar, the lines must sound sweet.
Real and true yet just a dream.
The tune must float like a cloud of memories, filling the space,
Reaching out and touching everyone in sight.
The lyrics must speak to every lover, parent and naive child who dares to listen.
The beat of the song must mimicking a beating heart. A beating heart that learned to love.
It must strike everyone who has ever known love.
It must be timeless
Like a clock that never strikes 12.
Like a day that never turns to night.
Like a year that never finds winter.
Love is timeless.
Love knows no bounds.
And if you are sitting yeah back of the room,
Shaking your head and calling a fool for such lengthy and billowing words…
Then I pity you.
You have not known love as it is.
So I ask one thing of you.
Do not write a love song, write a reckoning.
Because love that has a limit is not love at all.
It is convenience,
It is burden,
It is… Not enough.
And if you do not receive enough love,
Do not blame your too curly hair or the crooked bend of your arm or the way you say tomato.
The only one to blame is the one who created the void of love you are falling into.
And when you find the person who lives for the joints in your fingers and the swoop in your eyelashes,
Write a song void of hate,
Let your love flood the song until each note is soaked in your happiness.
