The course of true love never did run smooth.
~William Shakespeare
LOVE IS…
Love is a rushing river
passing over jagged rocks,
smoothing the edges into shining stones,
beautifying the surrounding habitation.
Never can it be perfectly captured
on film or canvas,
yet marvelously spectacular on
gazing upward from a raft or
peering over a precipice.
Love is green and vibrant…
ethereal as the grass, trees and sky
after an electrical thunderstorm passes.
Love is the songbirds gently waking,
calling us to celebrate the morning
after a good night’s sleep.
Love is an awakening, uncovering
deep unknown and hidden passages.
Love is medicine when ailing,
keeping us ‘til healing comes.
Love raises the dead,
bringing dormant emotion to life ---
incomprehensible unless fully experienced.
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