LOVE is not what I thought it was.
I thought you give, give, give
then I realized some who didn't need it would take it all
I thought you simply pour it out
then I discovered some holes cannot be filled
I thought you could give it without hurt
then I learned love always carries pain
I have learned love requires defense
requires open-eyed diligence
requires protection
so it can be saved
for those who bloom in its presence
MUCH masquerades as love
cheap imitations-glass appears as diamonds
until pressure is applied
....it shatters and the deception is gone
Ah, love;
there are no words...
an overflow of spirit and soul
a bursting asunder of self
allowing in another's hurt
another's care
another's life
becoming one
a unifying substance
allowing others to be as they are
there are no words
a dawn
a flood
a kite
a rock
a fire
a wine
a swell
a song, but......
there really are no words.
