Love is not a possession….
Love is not an object
Not a means to an end
Not something to grasp
And retain
To save for oneself
To hold on to
Love is not a thing
To place in your pocket
Or hang framed
On the wall
For all and sundry to
Ogle and crave
Let it in
To touch who you are
To touch your gentle, tender
Precious heart
Then let it go
As quick as all that
Set it free
To move off in all directions
Except now ~
There is a piece of you with it
You,
The essence of you,
Has become one and the same
As the love that moved through you
Only,
Shared with all of the Universe
It’s power and strength have grown
Ten fold
Be that
Live that
And share all of who you are
In the name of love
~
© Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved Catherine ~ On Spirits’ Wings
Love is free. ( I was just thinking about love barely 30 min ago). What I would say for a definition I mean. It’s free. It’s unconditional. It has a life of its own. It is to be shared. It is to be felt. You know it when you give it. You know it when you feel it.
Isn’t it funny how we find ourselves in a place of needing to remember to ‘Let Love In!’
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Diane.
<3
YES… Indeed
@—–‘–,——— Beautiful ♥
Thank you so much for saying so, Brock!
I’m so pleased Spirits words found you in this way.
🙂
Catherine ~