Love is risk.

Love is essential.


I am dead outside, but content in life
It is all for this Love that I'm alive.

Though the day will weigh heavy on my chest
The very weight of our sun lie down on my chest
I come alive
I realize
Love is the answer, and beauty her vessel
Sailing precious cargo across a sea of callous waves and rocks and storm
We are the scared and tiny mariners, navigating the harsh route
That we might bring something new to distant shores of doubt
Beauty in a pressed flower
Falling crumbled from the pages of a forgotten book
Given by one you Love
Beauty in a newborn crying, and writhing
And falling asleep in its mother's arms for the first time

Are we so different?

Beauty in the man who will learn to Love a woman
Through every chapter and title of life and never leave her
But be for her with all of his striving and being

Beauty in the woman who Loves all without reserve
And tells her man he is wonderful
All fell her spirit permeating the air around her

In the tearing down of walls
The destruction of destruction
The end of hate

The burning desire to embrace something more than oneself
And the burning desire to embrace

Love

In every last one of its many faces
Burning its way through our masks
In smiles
Encouragement
Painful tears
Passionate kisses
Eyes connected through time and space in a torrent of rain or a tiny diner
Three words, passed from one brittle form to another, that are stronger than any weapon or device of man



I love you



Fire and Love

One


Love is liberation

Love is Fire