There are some things that are very difficult to put into words. Love; real love; unconditional love is one of those.
When those of us who have been raised in western socieities think of love we almost always associate it with things like romantic love, passion, sex, intimacy and those things that lead up to these. But there are so many kinds of love! There is the love for a lover, yes of course. But there is also the love of a parent for a child, a child for a parent, for a sibling or a friend or even for a stranger. But there is also love that comes from the feelings we have for a place, or an experience. The kind of love we have for words and food and beatiful artwork.
In truth, anything that stirs the soul can be said to contain a bit of love; a spark of the divine to which our own souls gravitate. But then of course, there is unconditional love; an all encompasing love that includes every type of love that you could ever feel for any person place or thing that is or was or ever will be.
You see, unconditional love is not dependant on anything outside of itself for its existence. It does not need to be acknowledged by those to whom it is given. It needs no one to return it in order for it to be justified. It requires nothing in order to exist. It simply IS.
There are some people who can love like this – totally and completely – and who require nothing in return. This doesn’t mean that they do not appreciate being loved in return or having the love that they give acknowledged and appreciated. It simply means that regardless of whether or not anyone even notices, or cares, they will continue to love.
It is simply who they are.
It is what they DO.
They ARE love for they have touched the infinite, and once the soul has felt that grace, there is no turning back. It is part of you, forever and always.
LET ME LOVE YOU
Let me love you.
Let me pour out my spirit, my soul;
let it wash over you until you are drenched in my love.
Let my spirit soak into your skin
and fill your eyes and mouth;
your heart and soul with the river of my passion.
Let the soft current of my desire
scour away any doubts and fears
let it sweep you past the point of no return
to where the waterfall of eternal bliss
cascades into the mists of eternity.
I never knew that my heart was made of wax,
But here it is melting every time I look into your eyes.
Maybe I flew to close to the sun of your smile
Because I feel my wings beginning to slip.
It doesn’t matter if I plummet to earth.
I’ve known the warmth of your touch
And my heart will never be the same again.