Love is a living organism
for when it is healthy it grows
It slips it’s tendrils into the cracks and spaces of everything around it
It leaves no weakness unchanged
nothing touched by love remains the same



Love produces love
In all who accept the scent of it’s rosy flowers
Buds begin to form and open
A reliable test for love is this:
You are more and you know it
You are fuller and you feel it
You are beautiful and you sing it
If you become less
then what you have is not Love