Never to have loved is never to have lived.

To be in love with love
is to be in love with life…
to look forward to the
adventures of the journey,
to frolic in the swell of the waves
and then relax as they subside…
to not dwell upon the worry,
or the sadness, or the strife
but to accept it only briefly
not allowing it to reside
but let it go.

To be in love with love
is to have a romantic soul…
to hear the longing
in a whispered sigh
or furtive glance
and feel the petals of our
own heart begin to unfold
from tiny hesitant bud
to full blown flower
leaning toward its chance
to feel the sun.

To be in love with love
is to be ever open to change
for love is not constant
as some would have you believe
It evolves over time
and cannot be arranged
according to any set of rules
but will be whatever
you perceive it to be
as long as you are able to receive
its gentle touch.

To be in love with love
is to see in each day’s dawning light
the promise of a new beginning
and in each tear, not sorrow or sadness,
but release and anticipation
for what yet may be
just beyond our sight
and feel with our hearts
not a painful ending,
but just a hint of gladness
in the teardrop’s fall.