Two Fourteen

Lydia Waybright
1 min readFeb 15, 2023

A poem for Valentine’s Day, in free verse

Photo by Nicola Fioravanti on Unsplash

I want only to love
I want to love my Self.
I want to love the sky.
I want to love the man on the moon.
I want to love the rain and the thunder
and the song on the radio.
I want to love the familiar sounds —
of cars and birds and chatter.
I want to love people
so much that it hurts,
so much that it’s dangerous.
I want to love hearing babies cry.
I want to love that the sun
can’t help but rise
every morning and the stars
can’t help but return
every night.
I want to love the ground beneath my feet
and the places I am headed.
I want to exhale love.
I want to be wide open —
ever ready to embrace this wild life.
I want love to break me apart
and then, love to mend me.
When all is done,
let love be my legacy.



Lydia Waybright

Making sense of myself, my community, and the world one paragraph at a time.