I met an older man yesterday who recently lost his wife to brain cancer. They were together for 30 years. When he talked about their love, it sounded so magical. He even shared that he wouldn’t leave the house without giving her a kiss, even if he was just going to take the garbage out. He said that half of his soul was hers and that he doesn’t feel whole without her. Her name was Lovita. I can’t really explain what I was feeling after meeting him especially because I don’t think I’ve ever seen or felt love like that. Then today, I went to an antique store and found a book of poems about love. I’ve only read a few pages but the poets that wrote these poems were madly in love, just like the man I met. His story and the book of poems inspired me to write this poem.