I felt a whisper on my cheek as I lay dreaming in the twilight hours.
It told me to release all fantasies and the placing of my hopes upon rocky towers.
We all desire to be loved wholeheartedly,
To experience a love that sets our spirits free.
But in this desperate search we oft times construct a cage,
Building up prison walls in which our egos rage to conquer and possess,
Attempting to own that which has no form or address.
For what does the word love truly mean?
Is it obsession?
Compulsion?
Possession?
Or something in between?
Is it smiling,
Merely because someone we love exists,
Without waging war to be the first one on their list?
What is love if not a faint whisper in the night,
The healing embers of eternal light?
For love is not love if it comes with conditions,
And love is not love if it demands full submission.
To love truly is to love freely,
To love completely and not merely,
To satisfy one's own perceived needs.
To love is to accept the blossoms as well as the weeds.
Unconditional love holds no expectations.
It rejoices in giving and makes life a celebration.
Love has no beginning and no end,
And it makes it simple to relate and comprehend.
It infuses our hours and days with its inexplicable ways.
And sometimes it even takes our breath away.
So love with every fiber of your being,
And live like love is the only thing you're seeing.
When you close your eyes and look within,
When you open them and see the places you've been and the places you've yet to go,
Travel with love in your heart and you will know the reason why we are here.
To love unconditionally,
Without selfishness or fear.
