I stand alone and wait for you
You are there
Thoughts of you sustain my breath
I am because of you
You heal my soul
My spirit soars
Behind me trails of your beauty
Before me your light
Within me truth of you grows smiling
Hope flows through me
Isn’t it funny how there are so many versions of love?
We all want love, but what do we want?
What shape is that hole in our heart that we’re all so desperate to fill?
Is it sex? Is it friendship? Is it meaning? Is it protection?
Is it promises kept? Feelings? Fireworks?
What is love?
How do you know when you have it?
Are we mere humans even capable of truly knowing, much less living it?
Do we give it to our enemies? Our children? Our friends? Our lovers?
If we don’t have love what do we have of value?
Where do we get it?
Why is it only truly ours when we give it away?
What do you think? Shoot me a comment. I always look forward to hearing what’s on your mind.