Love
Thought to be everything
Then felt to be nothing
In the end love is there
Love brings passion
But it is far too often played with and the term far too carelessly used

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         presence                            is                               love
         interwoven                      web                            given
         freely                                created                       to
         saturated                         into                             creation
         breathing                         life                              for                  
         infinitely                          always                       illuminating

i am falling in love with the way he speaks
because he shouts
then he mocks
and demands to be heard
but then he listens
and he stops
but promises his return

You may not always see him
but i promise he is there
he will always steal your breath
but Death
i do not care.

You know when you meet someone and they fit perfectly into your life and you just want to keep them forever.
There are few of these people like that. That will accept you, that have your sense of humor, that don’t care if you’re having a bad hair day, or year.
They make you smile, laugh, cheer you up when you feel like nothing can.
They accept you unconditionally and are the first to laugh at you when you do something stupid.
And you never appreciate them until they have drifted off into their own lives.

But I want to appreciate them now.
They keep me going when I feel like I can’t anymore.
They are my sanity in the insanity of the world.
People who don’t even know how valuable they are.

you are delightfully
uncomplicated --
rational, funny,
no-nonsense, no drama,
and with you everything is
simple
and black-and-white.
but me, I'm used
to my life in shades of grey
and intrications
interest me --
what is life without a little
chaos?
oh, if only I could love you --
but all I've ever truly loved
is her confusion
and how delightfully
complicated
that made things.