Love is the door that opened when

the key did not seem to fit....this is where

Love begins....

Love is the soul of one's openness transpired....

Love is breathtaking but fulfilling and never filled

with mixed emotions twisting it to one-side....

Love flourishes to nuture the things we deem impossible,

letting us see ourselves at our best....

Love offers no explanation,

calling its experience with you in it

to take notice of

the shivering wind chill gaining speed

up and down one's spine....

Love is a smile that lights a heart and transports it

through the air....

Love is the hello to the goodbye,

and the one thing

that cleanses the sadness we made

by replacing it with the hello's of joy....

Love is for the life in us

and living is

the love we have and share in us....

Love is the one thing appearing

when nothing else will,

so love is purely heavenly sent....

Love is the performance in front of our steps,

and is never low performance keeping us back....

Love is realizing that it will alway's be there

whether one eye is open or shut....

Love is the one open and shut case

where no one that really love's,

looses....

and no one is said

guil...ty..

Love is allowing yourself to be apart of it....

Love is not trying to write the lines that best fit you,

but letting love write the lines that best suit you....

Love is not a job

but an unexplained offering

for a heart to reach for something different and

add something new....

Love is the turning and starting point

for the never ending adventure

to go forth

by releasing the soul

as it plots a journey of a lifetime....

til the day you end....

Love is the tear's cried from the past

taking us to the present

so the past tear's will end....

so the doors of the past close

and the present may now enter....

Love is not knowing

whether enough is enough,

then turning up enough

because it knows

which portioned will fit....

Love is where you find yourself  not looking....

when it finds you

and you are there....radianting complete....

Love is the final chapter to never end....

waiting for new pages to write,

over and over

again....

Rosalyn R Walker

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