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Love Is

We arrive in this world alone, we depart this world alone. This time called life was meant to share.

 

Love is one of the most powerful energies in the world: it drives us forward: gives us purpose ; and adds meaning where it sometimes seemed none existed.

 

In its extremes it is either a fountain of the most soaring euphoria and ecstasy: or where it is lost, blocked, or turned away, a bottomless well of despair, pain and profound despondency.

 

In between the extremes are the smaller moments, laughter shared, tears shed and wiped away, fears soothed.

 

I look at this all-pervading emotion in hopes of finding the motivation and object of my poetry and art.

 

I look at you and know me better, for much of what I am is made of you.

 

All the shades of love are summoned and celebrated in my work.

Jon York 2025

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