Shape of love

There's a manner of love i spend most nights lost in the stars, trying to understand. A love so strong it pulls one back from despair into a warm shimmering light. A warm, touching love, capable of understanding and grasping all manner of thought. Possessing ears that listen to every voice and pay attention to even the harsh words without getting hurt. No, but rather it does listen, quietly, as it extends the arms of comfort, and offer up gentle soothing words, words of divine intervention, piercing into the suicidal and lonely heart, planting the seed of life. A fairy tale this love may seem, but very real this love is, this gentle attentive love capable of great things. Ironically budding in the not so attentive hearts of human beings