Love is an invisible thing. You really cannot hug it. You cannot keep it to you. Love is an endless stream. Love has no backwards and forwards, although you do play it in time.
Love exists everywhere, yet love is in your heart, and that’s it. There you are, love expressing itself, love exiting from your heart as more is pumped in. You cannot keep up with love. It comes faster and faster. It overtakes.
You remember a loved object, a cat or dog precious to you, a mother or father, a sister or brother, a husband or wife, but your love is far greater than your love for the beloved. Love is your beloved. Love spreads itself far and wide, love taller than the highest mountain and wider than the largest sea.
Love is an elusive dancer in that it will not be pinned down. But love…
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