Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye – “When Love Arrives”


I knew exactly what Love looked like… In seventh grade. Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my homeroom, I would have recognized him at first glance. Love… wore a… hemp necklace I would have recognized her at first glance. Love wore a tight French braid. Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favourite Beatle songs. Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. And I knew I just must be checking the wrong classrooms. Just must be searching the wrong hallway. She was there, I was sure of it. If only I could find him. But when Love finally showed up She had a bowl cut. He wore the same clothes every day for a week. Love hated the bus. Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles! Instead, every time I tried to kiss Love, our teeth got in the way. Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to… Ben’s house. Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. Love waited by the phone, because she knew if her father picked up, it would be: “Hello.” “Hello?” “I guess they hung up.” And Love grew. Love stretched like a trampoline. Love changed. Love… disappeared… Slowly like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed. Love vanished like an amateur magician. Everyone could see the trapdoor, but me. Like a flat tire, there were other places I had planned on going. But my plans didn’t matter. Love stayed away for years, and when Love finally reappeared… I barely recognized them. Love smelled different now, had darker eyes. A broader back. Love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. New birthmarks, a softer voice. Now there were new sleeping patterns. New favorite books. Love had songs that reminded him of… someone else. Songs Love didn’t like to listen to… So did I. But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly. We found jokes that make us laugh. And now, Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate-chip cookies, but Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. Love looks great in lingerie, but still likes to wear her retainer. Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. Love knows where she’s going. It just might take her two hours longer than she planned. Love is messier now. Not as simple. Love uses the word boobs in front of my parents. Love chews too loudly. Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. And turns out… Love shits! But, Love also cries. And Love will tell you, you are beautiful And mean it. Over and over again. You are beautiful: When you just wake up. You are beautiful: When you’ve just been crying. You are beautiful: When you don’t want to hear it. You are beautiful: When you don’t believe it. You are beautiful: When nobody else will tell you. You are beautiful. Love still thinks… You are beautiful. But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget. When you need to hear it most, You are beautiful. Do not forget this. Love is not who you were expecting. Love is not what you can predict. Maybe Love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in, California, India, Australia, wide-awake. Maybe Love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe Love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for Love. Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce. Love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe Love is only there for one month. Maybe Love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t… Maybe Love shouldn’t. Love arrives… exactly when Love is supposed to. And Love leaves… exactly when Love must. When Love arrives, say: “Welcome! Make yourself comfortable!” If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper: “Thank you for stopping by” (Applause)

100 Replies to “Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye – “When Love Arrives”

  1. I knew exactly what Love looked like … in 7th grade.

    Even though I hadn’t met Love yet, if Love had wandered into my home room I would have recognized him at first glance – Love wore a hemp necklace.
    I would have recognized her at first glance – Love wore a tight French braid.
    Love played acoustic guitar, and knew all my favorite Beatles’ songs.
    Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
    And I knew I just must be searching the wrong class room, just must be checking the wrong hallway.
    She was there, I was sure of it.
    If only I could find him.

    But when Love finally showed up – she had a bull cut!
    He wore the same clothes everyday for a week.
    Love hated the bus.
    Love didn’t know anything about the Beatles.

    Instead, every time I tried to kiss Love, our teeth got in the way!!!

    Love became the reason I lied to my parents. I’m going to Ben’s house.
    Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor but made sure we never miss a slow song.
    Love waited by the phone because she knew if her father picked up that’d be “Hello”… “Hh..” “Hello?” “Hh…” “I guess I’d hang up.”

    And Love grew.
    Stretched like a trampoline.

    Love changed.
    Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth.
    Loosing parts of me I thought I needed.

    Love vanished.
    Like an amateur magician everyone could see the trapdoor but me.
    Like a flat tire – there were other places I had planned on going.
    But my plan didn’t matter.

    Love stayed away for years.
    And when Love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.

    Love smells different now, had darker eyes.
    A broader back, Love came with freckles that I didn’t recognize.
    New birth mark – a softer voice.
    Now there were new sleeping patterns.
    New favorite books.
    Love had songs that reminded him of someone else.
    Songs Love didn’t like to listen to, so did I.

    But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly.
    We found jokes that make us laugh.
    And now Love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.
    (But Love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.)

    Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.
    Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.
    Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.
    Love is messier now.
    Love is simple.
    Love uses the word boobs in front of my parents!
    Love chews too loud.
    Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
    Love uses a smiley face in her text messages.
    And turns out… Love shits.

    But Love also cries;
    And Love will tell you “You are beautiful”, and mean it.
    Over and over again.

    “You are beautiful.”

    When you first wake up, “You are beautiful.”
    When you’ve just been crying, “You are beautiful.”
    When you don’t wanna hear it, “You are beautiful.”
    When you don’t believe it, “You are beautiful.”
    When nobody else will tell you, “You are beautiful.”
    Love still thinks, “You are beautiful.”
    But Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget.
    When you need to hear it most, “You are beautiful.”

    Do not forget this.
    Love is not who you were expecting.
    Love is not what you can predict.
    Maybe Love is in New York City already asleep.
    You are in California, Australia, wide awake.
    Maybe Love is always in the wrong time-zone.
    Maybe Love is not ready for you.
    Maybe you are not ready for Love.

    Maybe Love just isn’t the marrying type.
    Maybe the next time you see Love is 20 years after the divorce.
    Love looks older now but just as beautiful as you remember.
    Maybe Love is only there for a month.
    Maybe Love is there for every firework. Every birthday party. Every hospital visit.
    Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t.

    Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to and Love leaves exactly when Love must.
    When Love arrives, say, “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
    If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
    Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet.
    Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”

  2. i just want someone to say i’m beautiful like phil did but it’s always “your hot” but that’s not what i want to hear even when i hear it frequently and not as much as i was hoping for it always comes out different ways so i won’t believe it but i just really want someone to love me and i want to love someone and tell them how beautiful they are 🙁

  3. I have watched this video countless times. And it makes me cry every time I watch it 😭❤️ Absolutely beautiful 💜

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  6. I can't remember how many times I've watched this piece and I always picture the movie "Every day" when im watching this

  7. wow nice. I'm also a young poet and this is my channel I use to comment here. you can check my things out. Issmuk the Gigantic

  8. By this time I have listed to this a numerous times. I simply can't stop. Keep returning always, and each time it holds a new meaning.

  9. This is my Original so please don't steal it

    Title-When Love stopped by…
    Love stopped by out of the blue, To my apartment room, I smelled him before I seen him, The smell of soft roses that burned to death, I turned my head as he said "hi", with the raise of his hand I flinched scared to be hurt by love again, he said "Hi" one more time but in a softer more mellow tone that was questionable, but this time he seemed more distant like he was looking past me, I felt the raw sting in my heart that felt like an arrows gun shot threw my heart with precise aim, I turned around to see past me as if he didn't love me now…but then, tears fall down my face as I stare at innocent me,nthe me I used to be, Pretty face, pretty eyes, clean untouched thighs, by the sting of a blade running across my life, memories of what happened flood back to me like a history lesson force fed to me in one sitting, I wanted to throw up from the thoughts of I wasn't good enough for him, so he found himself friend which ended up his closest friend which ended up to be the friend he wasnt man enough to leave me for, so he had two. Two innocent people that didn't need to be played as fools because we were just tools to him, as I snap back to present day I watch him walk up again and reach to knock on my door but before he could I swing it open and we just stare at each other not knowing what to say…. So this time I got the first "hey"…

  10. this poem will forever be my favorite poem. its a beautiful sad poem. and i listen to it regularly like a song to remind myself that beautiful things take time and have their own expiration date.

  11. When I was in sixth grade ,I fell in love with my class mate .I know how it is ! Though she was older than me but love doesn't know age ,and any kind of physical thing..

  12. I love watching and hearing them preform together. This spoken word is amazing. It is so perfectly put together. Ughh I love it.

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  14. Hi. I know people won't even see this comment but can i say how inspiring their voices, their poems are. And, to think that I found my new inspiration from searching up love poems for my friend, Ben, who had a crush on my BFF – Ava. To be honest, I'm usually the person that likes to watch at the side and help their friend, making them feel like their the main character, even if in my story. Because of that, I gave up on my love. A few years back, I thought my love was Ben… It killed me when I heard him say to me that he liked my BFF, but I was also thrilled because my friend and BFF found each other to be their love. However, because of this poem, I took faith in myself, because I have so many more years to live (I'm 10-years-old, I'm English and I am soon to be in secondary school) I will meet more people, and recently, I found out that my BFF's aren't the BFF's I deserve. So, because of this, I watch you guys together and independent speeches when I'm having my depression phases, this helps my mental health a lot, thank you Sarah and Phil. Good luck in life.

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