Love Speaks

Love is not understanding why something makes someone feel good

And doing it for them anyways

Love is not agreeing with the way someone lives, that brings them joy

And letting them anyways

Love is fear cascading through every fiber of your being

And stepping forward anyways

Love is a free-thinker, and will never be tamed, blamed, or the same

Love is not born from understanding

Love is what makes you want to understand

Love lives outside of comprehension

Love is a million dimensions

Love is humble, and proud.

Love is quiet, but also loud.

Love is courageously moving without the crowd.

Love needs no armor, no protection, no desperation

And yet it lives in your desire for these things

Love is immune to desecration

Love is at the center, of all seperation

Love is outside of all definition

Love is release, and love is tight gripping

Love is chaos, and love is order

Love is fluid, and it is brick and mortar

Love is a dark night of the soul

Love is the dew of the morning glow

Love is the uncatchable, intangible

Yet somehow love is what is always with you

Love is grief, it is anger, it is danger

Love is solace, relief, answered prayer

Love is your first breath, and your last

And every moment in between that

Love is war, and violence, vengeance,

Love is joy, and supple gentleness

Love is the ache deep as marrow

Love is there every moment you don’t feel whole

Love is not something you get to know

To capture in your concepts

Love is the thing you’ve always wanted

And what you will always be

In your greed, in your mean, in every single need

In your giving, in your kind, in your generosity

Love is red

Love is blue

Love is me

Love is you

(The original poem that includes the line “Roses are red, Violets are blue, is “The Faerie Queen” by Sir Edmond Spenser. Written in 1590)

The Fae, as demonized as they have been, represent the summation of seeming opposites, they represent All. Wholeness.)