It’s a fickle thing.
It hurts and it heals all.
It can rip you open, tearing wildly like a wolf, clawing its way into your heart, teeth sharp and glistening, locked into the flesh of your soul. Ravaged by the wild beasts of the forest.
A volcanic eruption, bursting forth with wilful power, seducing your senses, overwhelmed by passion and fire. Consuming and controlling.
A simple whisper can raise the soul to heaven, among the etheric atmosphere, the soft blowing gentle breeze caresses your skin, softly landing along the meridian points of your body, penetrating your skin with a gentle blast of ecstatic bliss, sending you to celestial heights.
Love is the glue that binds us together, uniting each of us in our own unique individual perspective.
When man truly loves a woman, his devotion and the content of his soul is exposed through his actions and intentions towards her. The object of his affection becomes the essence of his desires, wants and needs. She mirrors his inner yearning for completion of his soul. She animates him from within his soul.
Love is not something to do with someone else. Love is never between two people. It is what happens within you, and what happens within you need not be enslaved to someone else.
If you can look at everything lovingly, the whole world becomes beautiful in your experience. You realize love is not something that you do; love is the way you are.
Love is who you are.
Tenderness is gentle, kind and quietly executed.
Love hurts and Love heals.
We are born of love, we are taught to learn fear.