To ask for love would not be true.
Love is given freely, a soul seeking not its own.
A passionate pursuit that's never-ending.
The in-born desire to bask in the presence of another.
The thirst of more until you heart feels it might burst.
To delight in every little mystery unveiled.
To give without expectations.
To forgive the imperfections.
To question your self-seeking intentions.
To right the wrongs of your own inventions.
Love is to wait with enduring patience.
Love sees the potential and brings forth the superlative.
It is shelter from the cruelties of life.
It takes pleasure in honoring those it protects.
Love is time and it warms with affection.
It yearns only to be returned.
Its light exposes the truth of your very existence.
It conceives.
It breathes.
It believes.
Love rejoices in the little things, like a smile.
It empathizes with your painful circumstances.
It carries you when you've lost your strength.
It brings forth courage when there would otherwise be none.
It extends into far reaching places.
It changes even the hardest of situations.
Love fights for what is righteous.
True Love is not overrated.
Should not be underestimated.
Makes simple what is complicated.
Inspired by the triumphs of others.
Treasures its beloved far beyond earthly possessions.
It's grateful for opportunities it is given.
Its nature is pure and good.
It is a gift that was meant to be shared.
The world would be uninhabitable without it.
Immeasurable is its essence.
Inspired by 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. I don't claim to be Christian but there is beauty in the Bible as well as most all religions of the world. Written 04/17/07