The Sloth-like Lover

While the humming bird
Beats its small, wild, heart shaped wings,
Hums joyful tunes of romance
And woos other birds long past midnight,
The sloth sleeps.


While the beat of the humming bird
lifts it high above the clouds
and it darts in the shapes of hearts,
The sloth retreats.


And while the humming bird lies dead,
at the bottom of a tree from an exhausted heart,
The sloth still breaths.


For the fast lovers,
Much like the humming bird,
Live only for a season, a short term love
With no real reason. An obsession.


But the sloth is slow,
and calm,
and quiet.
No rioting in the face of love
but preserving its love
and keeping its heart intact.


The sloth-like lover lives longer,
Than the humming, heart beat drumming bird of a season.