What is love?
Poetic pondering

What is love, what is it to love someone? is love great, or is it in the smallest things? How do you know love is not just a whim, but love for real, not just a poet’s imaginings?
What is love, how are you suppose to deal with it? Would you keep it at a distance, just to be safe? Or do you dare to let it flow through your heart, encompassing the whole world, ready to embrace?
What is love, how do you know when you have fallen for it? How is it that love is capable of making a distinction, between love for your family, your friends, your soulmate? While still allowing you to unconditionally love all that is?
Is love a pure translation from your heart, where our vocabulary falls short and flounders? Is love a unique and unbreakable close bond, composed of a single soul living in two beings?
Love is to be found in kind-hearted gestures, a smile, a gentle touch, being there for each other. Love is to give, but love is also to receive, Love alone can rekindle life and the other.
At times love might seem to be totally crazy, but even in madness, there is always reason. Love makes no difference in color or race, let love be the force to make the world go round.
The nature of love creates joy for everyone, it’s not just another game, for both parties can win. When love is real it makes you happy and healthy, giving you faith in yourself, a positive trust from within.
Love is the mirror that makes you so special, love is that spirit that puts a smile on your face. Love is an inner spark through which you shine, the power of love lifts you up, gives you wings.
Love is an awakening of long-forgotten dreams, that may change in aspects, but not in its essence. One word frees us all of the burdens of life, that is love guiding us back to what feels like home.
Look at the delightful twinkling in children’s eyes, an illumination alike our most beautiful star. If we would still possess that loving innocence, then the world would truly turn into a better place.
Love is altogether not just another miracle, in fact, only through love real miracles exist. Love is the soul’s recognition of your better half, Heaven’s gift shaped in the heart of the universe.
“At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.” — Plato
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I am supporting the wonderful initiative of Share The Love Issue 4 by Martin Rushton #seenonstl.
For every poem or post I write, I’m adding in a poem that has really touched and inspired me. This one is from Caroline de Braganza:
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, enclosed are a few of my other stories and a link to one of my recently published Poetry bundle ‘Celestial Days: Spirit of Hope and Happiness (Illuminating Poesy Book 3)">Celestial Days, Spirit of Hope and Happiness’:
