LOVE TO ME

Love is beautiful when it is true. It feels, it breathes…it wants and craves you. It understands you and seeks to know more. How childlike, yet so mature is love; young enough to chase you and old enough to stay. Why must love at times feel as if one has been stricken in heart, bleeding years of the unsaid and unfulfilled yearnings? The candor and whit of peace and harmony between two individuals is overwhelming. The heart aches, because a finite part of the anatomy tries to find a single place for love to reside. We want it to stay this way forever, but we know it can’t be. Love is clandestine. It lives and breathes beyond us. It searches for infant hearts and virgin like cul-de-sacs. It terminates and it begins; it rides the waves, and circles the skies. It travels to the farthest ends of the earth and never really explains itself. It almost always leaves its meaning to the involved; the two who dared to discover truth.

The essence of being with another is love; the drapery and tapestry of beautiful colors and light and purpose together in one place accomplishing the best possible outcome. Tears may accompany my love sometimes of pain and other times of joy. How is it that we can be with so many others and yet feel so misunderstood and estranged? But then, out of nowhere, love finds us amidst an experience we have for years been forcing to evolve. And we have yet to discover that love is like creation, it is born mature, yet has had all the experiences of a youth; it has missed nothing. It brings vibrancy and lament at the same time; and it knows that to enjoy it, you must leave something. We all have begun in one place, what we thought was love, only to discover that true love has not yet found us. But when it does, we must choose. Choose the life of familiar or risk, life of change or same, life of broad or narrow. The pain of the tear and the rip is enough to paralyze a strong man in the peak of his grip, and a subtle and gentle woman in her pool of tears. We don’t always ask for this experience, sometimes it simply befalls us. And there is no question when we experience it; it is what we would want! It must be what we want; this is why it is so alluring. But is it what we need? Can it be found anywhere else in this world? No! Only in this moment do we find the essence of our exposure and vulnerability to another. We call this intimacy.

While to some, once a-go with true love is enough; but to others, once can never be conclusive! They have the double entangle with what is now a familiar friend, instead of a stranger. To the lucky, love sometimes gets away, only to return another day. A different name, a different smell, different laughs and quirky ways, but nonetheless, it is love in its truest and purest form. Love often revisits and rekindles fires that have died down, but have not fizzled out. Oh rhapsody chambers; enlighten me through your corridors of ecstasy and plant me in the life of another’s dreams, so that the legacy of love will live on for my children and my children’s children. May there never be a dearth of this type of enchantment and enrichment. Every human being should experience this unconditional and delightful aspect of life, more fondly known as love. It is in my opinion the highest experience possible for all mankind. Nothing compares to it. Nothing ever has, and nothing ever will. I have seen true love, and yet I still pursue it; not because it is lost, but because it is meant to be shared. Every soul should have a love affair with love. The complete renewal of the spirit, defined in uncharted circumstances. No captain, no stagehands, no deck or crew; just the pure and simple odyssey of love.

Why do we try so hard to protect the wandering soul? Even in freedom, there is always the chance that tonight, maybe today; love will befall even the nomad. We seek to protect because we know the pain and disillusionment of the caricatures that falsely embody love. When the slightest appearance of love implodes our world, our initial response is to be on guard. We ask ourselves, “Is this real?” We instinctively seek to protect, when love does face us. But we can’t protect ourselves from truth; it will gain entry into the very pores of our being. We can’t protect our children from what we know will bring both pain and joy amidst life’s unconditional and unbiased parameters. Love will come, and will share pages and pictures that we haven’t seen, but we have known the truest essence of. While the times are different, the love is the same. It means well to all; but finite man cannot place eternity into that which dies. Love must come and go as it pleases, revolutionizing souls and hearts, cultures and nations. It is a travesty to give up on love; yet a triumph when you finally experience it!

Love! We love you; love us!

Postscript:

We can’t quite possibly understand you, though we try. You can be both elusive and at times evasive. To you, none of us are simple; we are all caveats for your elixir. You bring us joy and teach us change with frequency; and never to hold on to any one thing too long. You give yourself to all, yet to each of us, you are the only one. The realization of togetherness, is finding you or being found by you. Little do we know that when we walk outside, directly in front of us, is you. The bounds of the universe, the interpolation of things to one another shows your work of greatness, inspiring us to leave our domain and walk into your carefully calculated future. Somehow in all this we discover words like destiny and journey and purpose; items of simplicity to you, but a lifetime of searching for us.

Signed,

LoveMire