Love
Love need not bind. It can be free, contained and beautiful. It does not have to prove things, Love, can be happy and it can be sad, but neither necessarily. Love, can be jealous and self-righteous. It can be poised.
Love, can be so many things. It can be felt in the littlest of things and ignored in the largest. An observant eye may notice the smooth, subtle gestures while a carefree one might miss them. Does not or cannot define them. Love, need not be expressed and as someone said, beautiful things cannot be seen or heard but can only be felt.
Love can be disturbing and it can be soothing, Things can depend on both perspective & presentation. Love, need not be with another person or even a human being. One can love the evening breeze, a wild flower and the drizzling droplets. One can love the silence on a summer afternoon when everyone else is sleeping, or the rhythmic motion of the fan or the sound of water trickling down a dried line.
Love, does not have to be abstract either. One can love roses, a teddy-bear or a memory.
Love, does not have to be anything others have defined it to be.
Love, can be scary and tedious, for it requires efforts not imaginable by many. It can be fearsome and it can be the truth.
I believe that true love is free, like a nest for the flyer. A person can be your home and a comfortable one.
One can be in love or fall in love. Infinite number of ways to feel loved.
One can express love or just accept it, silently.
Love can be beautiful and exquisite or painful and frightening. Love, can be anything it wants to be. Love does not bind.
It has always been free, it cannot be expressed via mere words or by comparing it with stars or the moon. Even the moon may have loved someone.
Love can shape you, it can destroy you or it can rebuild you. Piece by piece, filling in with golden sand, parts that you may have lost.
Love is beautiful. If its true, it will complete you
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