Prompt: Write a response prose poem to Alex Dimitrov’s famous poem, “Love”, in which you begin every line/sentence with “I love..”

I love the time of day when the sun and moon greet each other. 

I love when two sets of eyes search for each other in a crowded room. 

I love the way Emma Stone makes time slow down as she walks through a party with snow falling around her. 

I love how when reading Charlie Kelmeckis’ letters he feels like my friend. 

I love watching fall leaves fade from green to orange. 

I love smelling apple cider donuts from a mile away.

I love being on a rock wall entrusting a rope with my life and thinking of nothing else than reaching the top.

I love the enjoyable pain of a tattoo gun puncturing my skin.

I love the nostalgia of hot summer nights. 

I love falling asleep to the sound of raindrops. 

I love waking to hear the birds sing. 

I love when my hair falls the way I intended. 

I love when my clothes fit me just right. 

I love that my converse carries different phases of my life with them.

I love swaying back and forth in a wooden rocking chair. 

I love to challenge my mind in a game of chess.

I love the swish of a basketball falling perfectly through the net.

I love the satisfying sound a cue ball makes once it clashes with the others after a break in billiards. 

I love when I’m writing and get a thought that doesn’t stop. 

I love the fear inside me when I try something new. 

I love the desire for human connection. 

I love that when people come and go in your life it always teaches you something without fail. 

I love that stingrays are like the birds of the sea. 

I love helping others for their benefit. 

I love to people watch. 

I love seeing the difference in facial expressions of how people handle their emotions. 

I love admiring freckles that sit in different places on different people. 

I love bickering with those I adore. 

I love contagious laughter.

I love the intimacy of innocent touch. 

I love that I spiral because I am human. 

I love that there is a little piece of others in how I dress. 

I love the look of love.

I love the high I get around my friends. 

I love listening to the silence of the stars. 

I love when I can see all of the moon even though only part of it is lit by the sun. 

I love the art of noticing. 

I love the wide celebration of culture through music across the world. 

I love how music’s vibrations dance in my ears.

I love failing at things because it reminds me I’m not perfect. 

I love that we aren’t born to know how to love someone.

I love that we are not supposed to know the reason behind everything. 

I love how we are living on a floating rock.

I love that my friends feel like my home away from home. 

I love that my cat has adopted my feisty personality. 

I love that my dog grasps my arm with his paw when I pat him to ensure I don’t stop. 

I love that my cousin has become the sister I always wanted. 

I love that going to Celtics and Bruins games has become my brother and I’s “thing”.

I love that I get my stubbornness from my mother. 

I love that my father raised me listening to Frank Sinatra.

I love that my grandmother is still with me wherever I go. 

I love that I am capable of love.