A Headlight On My Deer

There is no right way... there are only wrong ways – there is no Luke-warm love, for love is not a portion nor temperature...not a two-step – but a toward You Step. And we know love when we see it...let it happen~yes, free it! Too often we flee it; failures leave a lasting mark – making us Leary of future spark – once a flame ignited, and then smothered out, can leave a nasty ash; better to make the dash~yes, run. Before the heart is barbecued~ overdone.... But no one has ever won if not a wager on the board of life – just ask my very wise wife – who made a purse out of a sow's ear...her headlight on my deer.