Loving love
One of the joys of living is to know
that you are loved, and there are many loves to think about, some you
experience from the beginning from people who have brought you into the world,
their joy and their responsibility become the care you get as you begin to
understand the world around you.
In the process, you find out about
love, love from above that begins to give direction and purpose, learning and
appreciating that love is a process of education and re-evaluation, if only we
could trust in that love enough to know that everything would be fine,
regardless.
The love we find
Then, the love we find, some that
seem to be good wanes with time or transforms itself into a new kind of
relationship, nice and friendly, built on the knowledge we have acquired of
each other that lasts decades and more. Best friends of a rare kind, confidantes
of a special type, of whom your flaws are a matter of discretion, your failings
are never highlighted, and before whom you can do no wrong.
Your heart might have passed through
many hands, massaged at times, squeezed by experience, even hurt, and dropped in
the quagmire of questioning and possibly despair, which obviously becomes the
stuff of other stories.
A beautiful love
Then that heart gets caressed by the most
tender hands, your ears tickled by the kindest singing of words that lift you
into ecstasy, in the embrace that you have committed yourself to is something
that no clear explanation can be found for. In that love, you find a new
meaning, the sense of adventure that becomes the realisation of dreams so sweet
and beautiful.
I think about it every time as it
traverses distance and realms, I know that I have a love that makes me smile,
that makes me laugh, that keeps me going knowing that our fears will melt away
into hopes that materialise beyond anything we ever imagined. I live for the
days of love unbridled, untrammelled, uninhibited, and unashamed.
Yes, I am in love and I am blessed with an amazing lover.
