This is how love has come into my life, both thirty-seven years ago, and much more recently.
Love
Has a way of wilting
Or blossoming
At the strangest,
Most unpredictable hour.
This is how love is,
An uncontrollable beast
In the form of a flower.
The sun does not always shine on it.
Nor does the rain always pour on it
Nor should it always get beaten by a storm.
Love does not always emit the sweetest scents,
And sometimes it can sting with its thorns.
Water it.
Give it plenty of sunlight.
Nurture it,
And the flower of love will
Outlive you.
Neglect it or keep dissecting it,
And its petals will quickly curl up and die.
This is how love is,
Perfection is a delusional vision.
So love the person who loves you
Unconditionally,
And abandon the one
Who only loves you
Under favorable Conditions…⚜
Loving unconditionally bears fruit conditional love cannot. Very nice.
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Yes, indeed. Thanks, Mark!
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What a beautiful post on Love! “…above all , love is the greatest gift.”
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There is no greater power, in all the Universe!
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