It is the substance in you, the substance
in ~ me,
But what is it? Words are helpless; words can only hint..
Which is enough,
Love is what springs up when you
are looking in the other direction.~
It rushes in when your definitions drop
away,
When you absolutely do not know
anything whatsoever anymore,
There , It is -- painting, Itself madly across your life with sudden strokes, and ~
unexpectedly rash ink.
Love follows no rules; has no unform behavior; cannot be contained in a jar.
Love is what happens when you disappear~
into thin air.
Then It's the ground holding up your feet;
the rain scrubbing the trees;
a flower sneezing perfume;
Opulent sun; the brilliance in a child's eye; warm fingers; toes in the beach sand;
A lover wrapping you with a twenty pound smile;
Hot coca on an ice cold night;
It's music, It's silence;
It's an old rubber band that accidentally
falls out out in the shape of a heart.
Love makes you feel like the colors in a Rainbow, all bright and warm ~
Loves makes you feel silky all over, like the touch of butterfly wings.
But don't think Love is all yesses and
noes ~
Love walks backwards near anger;
It refuses to chat with bleakness or
density;
It vanishes entirely when you try to box It in.
Love is brighter than all of us put together,
Love, likes for humans to give it breathing room.
If you sence it hanging around , be quite
and listen.
Because Love is God within,
hurling around Itself into your world to sweeten the picture
It heals, It guides, It comforts, It unite...
God Loves You ~!!!!
