Effortlessly

Does that kind of love exist?
That lighthearted, unburdened love—
where nothing is pushed or pulled,
it simply is.

If you brushed past it too fast,
it would tumble mid-air, laughing,
then somehow glide back to you—
effortlessly.

I do not crave it.
I do not hunger or thirst for it.
But I wonder—
do I get to see how my heart dances?
Do I get to whisper to the universe:
“I snatched victory from the jaws of defeat.
I have known true love.”