I think love takes different forms.
Sometimes,it takes the shape of kindness,
of gentleness, of sharing and spreading
itself so thin
until there's nothing left to
give.
Love will give it's self away,
forgetting that "I love me too"
is also a form of love
a love that I need for myself.

And then, love will take a different form.
Love will shape-shift and hide
it will run,
it will build walls
to protect  a part of me.
Love will guard itself,
it will grow strong, tough,
and sometimes, love will
isolate.

But love is not just giving
or guarding.
Love learns to balance.
It becomes a dance between holding
and letting go, between reaching out and retreating within.

Love becomes whole
when it nutures others
without losing itself,
when it protects the heart
without hardening it.

Love is both the open hand
and the steady wall,
the quite strength and the
gentle touch.
It flows, it shifts, it finds
it's center,
reminding me that to love fully
is to love in all it's forms
including the love I give to me.