Love
Love. Love is priceless. Love is a hug, energy flowing from one soul to another. Passion. Flames of light burning inside the darkness, giving hope. To Love is to fall; to fall into pools of laughing joy or weeping wonder. Love is amazing. Pure Love never scorns, never leaves, always holds. To Love is to hear the voices of those who are lost and answer their cries. Love makes horror flee with haste, show its lies, loathe its taste. To see the world revolve against gravity. Love is never alone. True Love never fails: a moon shining in a land of night; sparkling tears in a pool of acid; a final stand in a battle of demons. To Love is to feel the ice on another’s heart. Storms madly rain down insanity, hatred, failure. Love is the hand that steals lost souls from the edge of the cliff. Sometimes Love is simple: a smile, a candle in a dark room, a soft voice. Sometimes Love is complex: a single drop of rain, reflecting thousands upon thousands of colors on its decent to this broken world; a rose petal drifting in a lake; a sacrifice. But Love is ALWAYS a gift, one that needs to spread and grow. Love forgives the betrayal and hurt. Scars still show.
Yet true Love beckons…
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