Love. April 7, 2019.

Love. April 7, 2019.

Love is



to you home

to your place

to your people

finding yourself

in yourself

in another

in others

a color, a chill, a smell

a knowing, an energy

an “i am here”

My first.

How is this love? How is this possible? Where do you end and where do I begin?

My second.

You are me. How do I make you believe that loving you just is? A Truth. Unchanging. Larger than this life.

My chosen one.

At night. Things are bare. The heart can speak more loudly, with less clutter between its voice and our listening. Arm around me. My body relaxes. I am safe. We are love.