So many have written of love,
what it looks like
feels like
tastes like
and sounds.
It is seemingly timeless.
With no end,
and an unimaginable beginning....

Love  is the knowledge that when you return,
there is a Home waiting for you.
Fire burning.
smells of bread baking
and soup simmering.
That no matter how far you have gone,
or how gray your hair has grown,
there is still those eyes,
that are meant for no one but you.

It is the fire that drives me,
that has the power to warm another,
or destroy them.

The wind that carries the special words,
spoken through whispers on the full moon.
Carried to the one true one,
that the heart desires.
...
Can you hear them?
...
The Earth,
the temple of the Mother,
the one true love
Constantly awaiting the day when her love comes back to her,
fills in the space between the Earth and the Sky.


Love does not bind,
it does not chair is down.
It frees us so that we may go on that journey,
the the warrior within,
and go to the ends of the Earth to find ourselves,
only yo return home again,
to find those knowing eyes,
still awaiting your return.
The eyes that already know all of the things,
you spent your life trying to figure out.