Love rightly—
not with the weary caution
of hearts too wise to hope,
but with the brave unguarded joy
of those who have just begun to feel.
Let it be simple—
the way morning light spills
without asking if the world deserves it.
Let it be honest—
a gaze that lingers, not to possess,
but to understand.
Do not measure it.
Do not tame it with fear or pride.
Let it run barefoot through the fields,
grass-stained and laughing,
trusting that beauty was meant to be shared.
For young love—
though it trembles, though it knows not how—
loves wholly:
it believes,
it forgives,
it keeps no record of restraint.
So love rightly—
as if every sunrise were your first,
as if every soul were worth your gentleness,
as if to love
were the holiest kind of courage.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:54 PM UTC
Love rightly—
not with the weary caution
of hearts too wise to hope,
but with the brave unguarded joy
of those who have just begun to feel.
Let it be simple—
the way morning light spills
without asking if the world deserves it.
Let it be honest—
a gaze that lingers, not to possess,
but to understand.
Do not measure it.
Do not tame it with fear or pride.
Let it run barefoot through the fields,
grass-stained and laughing,
trusting that beauty was meant to be shared.
For young love—
though it trembles, though it knows not how—
loves wholly:
it believes,
it forgives,
it keeps no record of restraint.
So love rightly—
as if every sunrise were your first,
as if every soul were worth your gentleness,
as if to love
were the holiest kind of courage.
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