How Falling In Love Is Like Owning A Dog

Sunday 10th July 2016

I’ve just got back from Northumberland, from one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever been too.

During the ceremony, the Maid of Honour, Helen read this poem.  She changed the New York bit to Newcastle as that’s where the gorgeous couple live.

It’s a bit of a corker so I had to record it on here.

 

How Falling In Love Is Like Owning A Dog
by Taylor Mali

First if all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding to love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defence?

On cold nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion of life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!

Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise. It will run you around the block
and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions
at once, or wind itself around and around you
until you’re all wound up and cannot move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.

 

xxx