It is many yet always the same
They are all pure
If it tastes foul then it isn't love at all
It's free and freeing
you can lock doors and windows
turn off lights and hide
it's inside you
And when you ready
it will gently take your hand and lead you out
It doesn't judge
It does not seek possession
It doesn't worry
It cares
It's simple
But we make everything complicated
When we deny it or hide from it
It brings the best in us
It doesn't hurt
And it's not scary
We are scared of what we don't know
We hurt because of the fear
Love is the opposite of fear
The more you give it away
The more you have of it
It makes you brave
It breaks the rules
When the time comes and you choose to share it
It will fill you up with joy
It does not ask or expect anything back
Love is always whole
And it never stops making you whole
It comes from hope and dreams
It starts with yourself
And it ends with yourself
It is always a choice
So I hope you don't mind
That I love you
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Love and other maladies of the spirit
PoetryMalady (plural: maladies) any undesirable or disordered condition: social maladies; a malady of the spirit. Love- The diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistent...
