I thought....I so thought. Love is a choice, or so they say, I agree, but not always. I have spent 38 years trying to define love. In all of that time I have not been able to come up with a definition. Well, that is, except my own. Love is a kind embrace on a cold winters eve. Love is a cold tea on a hot summers day. Love is showing empathy to someone that is sick, showing kindness with a hand to the poor. Love is genuine. Love is an applause, just because an applause was needed. Love is a dance. Love is an umbrella. Love is dancing when there is no music playing. Love is art. Love is a unicorn. Love is painting when no one will ever see the finished work. Love is a gesture, a kindness, a remark, a token. Love is a gift, a blessing, a curse, a wickedness. Love is a seal, slapping its own hands on its own platform hearing its own bark. Love is dangerous. Love is a car crash. Love is a lemonade stand. Love is a thin mint. Love is a jacket. Love is a childs birthday party. Love is Christmas. Love is a blanket. Love is appreciation. Love is nurses, teachers, doctors, poets, thespians, engineers, the men and women that fly to the moon and back. Love is charcoal. Love is kindness and gratitude. No, I do not know what love is or how to make it stay. I am no poet or writer of such things. However, I think I am getting closer and closer upon the definition of the word. Love, peace and apple pie. LW
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 07:34:32 +0000
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