We are what we make of the minutiae of our daily lives. Because love resides in them. We have a simple choice - we can curse at the commonplace or be masters of the mundane.   The ability to observe and feel and let go, all at the same time, is what determines both the trajectory of our days as also the journeys of our heart.   Because the other choice is of getting overwhelmed with the negativity each relationship perforce brings. Because two people always mean two views, and often with no common plane to resolve them in.   It is at such times that our ability to look at the big picture by changing our focus to small things comes into play, and gives levity and counterbalance to everything which vexes us about the person we desperately want to love.   Love is scarcely ever a statement. It's a feeling which atomizes things into soul-pieces.    A patch of sunlight on skin, her fingers gently touching flowers wilting in the evening, an un-sonorous note from her throat as she strums  an unstrung guitar, her proud serving of an unflattering dish made of quinoa, the irresistible urge to kiss her haphazardly reddened lips, the reassurance of holding soft hands with unpainted nails: the wondering if your name features in the lines in her palms.   And you wonder how someone can be an unhealed wound and a salve at the same time. Love then is simply care, the care to look beyond quiddities, to where sunlight comes from inside the person you love.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the gentle art of loving -  Lovers in the Morning A Sense of Her Tenderness The Girl Who Could Lose Everything for Hope Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on uncutpoetrynow@gmail.com   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Die unendliche geschichte by Sascha Ende Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/Die unendliche geschichte Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license