Love at no sight

by Andrada Costoiu

No, their eyes didn’t meet from across the crowded room,
No, he didn’t see her face on Skype
Nor did she stalk his Instagram feed.
They were not like other people…..

They needed not step into the role of “mirror”,
And tell each other when they looked good or not,
Because they always looked good to each other.

They said love is blind,
But they knew that it wasn’t,
They could see into each other’s souls,
And past colors and shapes,
Their spirits within were as bright as a day.

Thoughts, desires, and longings were not always written across their faces,
But they were always written in their hearts.
She asked him: “My love, what color is love?”
He said: “Love has no color, love is a feeling,
As the feeling of you next to me.”

Her soul was touched,
She felt the sun on her face,
Smelled his perfume…
She thought that the strangest thing was
That there are seven billion people on the planet looking for love,
She hoped that they would find what she knew:
That love always happens out of sight.

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Damned

by Andrada Costoiu

Silence, silence!
We are gathered here today….
To judge this man and this woman.

They have abandoned themselves in the arms of one another,
They have recklessly peeled back every single layer of their souls,
Until their cores were bound together.
They have been given so many chances to edit themselves,
Many chances to write the  “not together”,
Still, today they stand in front of you,
A guilty man and a guilty woman.

You and I knew that this was almost true,
Sinners we were,
We should have put our hearts in coffins,
And listened to the sermons of two different bands.

Love…..
Is love divine grace or is love free will?

I smile…..
We’re stuck in front of the bullets
Should we pursue our love?
We’re damned if we do,
We’re damned if we don’t.

I wrote this for all the “impossible” couples out there, present, former or to be couples. Society makes you think that you should always follow the rules. But following the rules doesn’t always agree with what your heart tells you. Love is not always black and white. In fact, it is never black and white. Don’t be afraid to love……

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You in my puzzle of life

by Andrada Costoiu

I have been looking at this picture over and over again,
Been trying different combinations,
So far…
The result is the sum of all my conscious feelings and judgments and misconceptions.

Life is a massive jigsaw puzzle,
I cannot solve it in 6 easy steps or in 10….or whatever number,
Sometimes I might not even want to solve it.
I’ve thrown all the pieces on the card table, again and again, so many times,
Reshuffled them,
Because I like mystery and the infinite possibilities. 

Lately, I have really started to create,
Piece by piece I matched, 
Once I looked at my arrangement and said:
“I can’t stand this,” 
Then I masqueraded under the costume of a painter,
And added more color.

A friend came by…
She criticized me and said that so many colors make it unappealing.
I reflected upon it and then
I stood back in a spiral of emotions,
And told her:
“This isn’t fair,” 
I would not judge anybody’s picture,
No matter how strange it looks like,
Because it’s life! 

A while ago I came by across a very unusual piece,
Seemingly split in half.
It is so different from the other ones I have,
I think it doesn’t fit anywhere.

When you appeared out of thin air,
You flipped some upside down pieces,
Took in the inventory,
And I, with a smile,
Allowed you to enlarge your scope and gain perspective.

You took out of your pocket the other half that matched my unusual piece,
I usually would shout: “Don’t touch my puzzle” 
But this time my heart was showcasing another tune for me:
“This can’t be true…..”

I can’t tell how long it will take me to find all the right pieces, 
My puzzle is far from finished,
But you, my love, have brought me the hardest piece to find,
For love gives my puzzle color……for love gives it life.

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My isolation name is: candle burning

by Andrada Costoiu

“Grow a thick skin. Grow a hard heart”,
I heard this so often,
But that is not me,
I cannot not allow anything to make me thick skinned,
No matter what weight bears down on my heart.

Distance…..the ocean between us,
The waves sound like jingles from the universe,
Across our path.

Curled up into my armchair and ridiculously weak, 
I close my eyes and I see yours.
Butterflies still dance barefoot in my stomach,
As I remember how you make me feel.

I remember how it felt to be apart for the first time,
We’ve been apart many times since,
But none of us are much of a nomad,
With all the distance between us, we always came back,
Gluing together our one broken soul. 

I’m smiling, 
In a world that handshakes are becoming taboo,
Cupid, this cute little creature,
Carrying blind his bow it’s really at large.
I heard that swiping doesn’t work anymore,
That there is more romance and heart-to-heart conversations,
Isn’t that wonderful?
It is! Because falling in love requires that you do just that.

My heart sounds so loud in my ears,
I can’t hear anything outside of my own body.
I miss you.
I dream about watching the sunset sitting on a bench together,
But until then,
I’ve got our candle,
It’s burning…
And I promise to keep it this way.

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Love in quarantine

by Andrada Costoiu

Dressed in Christmas pajamas in April,
Trying to fill some cracks inside my heart with ice cream,
Not thinking twice about taking another spoon,
Eating it it’s like involuntary breathing. 

Today I touched your face through a pixelated screen,
I wished I could have intertwined my hand with yours,
Because the spaces between my fingers can only be filled by yours
But quarantine had us all singing its tune, 
For a while…..

We can’t go to the beach, the woods….wherever….
We can’t be together!
But just because the scenery fell out,
It doesn’t mean it’s not a good play!

I remember the great fights we had,
And how I or you would say I’m sorry,
Because none of us was looking for an absolute victory.

I remember the feel of your muscles under the skin,
And how I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness
But there was nothing to see,
I could only feel a longing that traveled through my body,
Spreading its wings like a butterfly.

Ice cream in the kitchen……
Whoever said “in vino veritas”
They should have also considered the ice cream
“In ice cream veritas”!
I’m not looking at Game of Thrones on the tv in front of me, 
Or out the kitchen window at all the clouds that I’d like to fly through,
The sugar has me suspended in a life-like fantasy.

The sugar……and….
The virus that has thrown a wrench in the real world
Have now endowed me with rose-colored glasses.
I see you more than before,
I see us more than before…. 
I see our love and it’s beautiful.

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Love, not cancelled

by Andrada Costoiu

I feel my body slip out of dream,
The sun took the stage
And I open my eyes and blink to the ray of sunshine
That has landed on your chest.

I feel a cold breeze through the open window,
Our curtains flutter like butterfly wings in the wind,
I shiver a little
And move close to your body.

The grapevine that climbed outside our bedroom window,
Sends smells of grapes
I shall pick some,
For our breakfast.

This is a perfect moment,
Silent, simple, with warm feelings,
Right now, right here.
A perfect moment in an imperfect world.

We used to love watching the sky,
Wishing on airplanes like they were shooting stars
But now flights have been canceled…..
We used to go to festivals and movie premiers,
But now these have been cancelled…
The Boston Marathon, Eurovision,
All cancelled…

In some worlds
“Cancelled” looks like a baleful cloud,
Still, hung heavy,
But not in ours.

I smile at the sun,
Smell the grapes and touch your skin,
Our plans and happiness have not been canceled,
Love has not been canceled.

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No place for bad

by Andrada Costoiu

The orchard asks:
“What flavor do you fancy?”
And with a quizzy smile I say
“I like the red skinned with white freckles,
I like the bright and shinny.”

She’s pointing me to where
I should right now endeavor,
To find the one I’d like
That would appease my hunger.

I rush now with big steps,
I jump over a puddle,
And then I stop because,
I’m facing a big muddle!!!

In front of me are lying,
Vast rows with all red apples,
Which one, which one to choose?
The one with rocking’ shape!?
The one that has more color?!
The one that’s bigger, or the one that’s smaller!?

My human digestive system
Has been through some hot tries,
I once bit from a bad one,
And ended up in cries!

My stomach’s still upset,
And I want no repeat,
I want the next one that I choose,
To be a good one, I want it to be sweet!

So poised and ready,
And still with quizzy grin,
I’m choosing now the next one,
I bring it to my chin!

“To bite or not to bite?”
That is the question!!!!
I bite…..and hope that this one,
would give me no indigestion!

Hello. I hope you’re smiling. This poem is not about apples, but it’s about relationships and about the struggle to find the one that is good for us. I hope you’re all lucky, and if you’re not, keep trying! The orchard has plenty of “apples”. Love to you all : ).

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Current mythology of love

by Andrada Costoiu

Odysseus and Penelope.
Their story ends happily when Odysseus returns from the Trojan war,
But he wasn’t exactly faithful along the way……was he?
Were you my love?
I guess Greeks were much better back then,
Because nowadays cheating feels earth-shattering,
And you have to figure out a way of how to keep going.

I have been feeding myself on dark thoughts
Of “love problems”,
But I am glad didn’t last,
I guess Hades has grabbed me by my wrist
And spewed me outside,
Into the light.

What do I do now?
Do I walk slowly, with caution,
Careful to not fall on my every step,
Or do I stubbornly stick with my bouncy walk?

Bouncy……and smile!

I guess Eros is rebelliously fueling us all with his arrows,
No matter what we’ve been trough,
We become again and again….
The perfect man and the perfect woman.

I have loved you.
Will I love again? 
Yes! Eros please aim,
For without love, there is no life….and this is no myth.

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I still ask for two glasses

by Andrada Costoiu

I planned to forget, 
But when you truly love someone,
It never leaves you.

I hoped that the rains would wash me into a river,
So I will learn to flow like water,
Shapeless, formless,
Until I’ll reach a shore
Where memories cannot travel.

It has been months since it happened,
We fought for our hearts,
But the distance swallowed us whole,
And spit us out onto different paths.

I’m seating at a table,
Near the piano,
Wresting to respond to the waiter,
He must have always wondered,
Why do I always ask for two glasses……
What should I answer?
He’ll think I’m crazy if he knew
That ….
One is for me and one is for the ghost of you,
That’s dwelling in my heart.

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Love happens

by Andrada Costoiu

Your invitation was like a pistol,
Shot at the beginning of a race,
One that transformed my pipe dreams
Into something extraordinarily real.
I never really recognized what was happening,
Until the moment I realized I was all in.

A tornado, strong and fierce,
Tangled together, 
I should try to pull myself back,
Yet it feels warm and inviting. 
Logic is beside the point,
Just like rationality and self-preservation,
To me,
It is likely that love is one of the ungovernable forces,
Just like gravity,
It just happens…..

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